DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
The Sword eyed the door for a long time, settled there in his cart. It represented protection and death, a collision of good intentions forged with annihilation. The temptation, the enticement, to simply destroy it right then and there, set it ablaze, hack it apart with an ax, completely mutilate it, decimate it, into a thousand pieces, stirred hard in his chest. It would’ve been satisfying, to watch it all turn to ash and dust, splintered remnants, fractured lines. It would’ve given him some semblance of control where none seemed to exist any longer. Then ruminations curled and coiled further – of consequences, of impending retributions, or even of explanations. How he’d tried and attempted and thought he’d known exactly what he was doing -
He didn’t know what was best any longer. Maybe he never really had, and the lesson stuck in between his ribs like a knife; self-inflicted wounds. So on the latter threads, Deimos pulled the cart and its contents along, through the fields, down into familiar worlds. Last time he’d amidst Safrin’s shrine had been for his wedding, something splendid, something happy, something wonderful, and now he arrived with no trace of its wake on his soul. A certain numbness amidst the strife and anguish clawed over him now, made him bow his head before the familiar lines and wonder just what on earth he was striving for. Safrin was a quiet call, and he thought about offerings, about manifestations of something from his hands after the LongNight, but as his eyes lingered over the known sanctum, they noted broken wares and missing things. He’d helped create this structure, and would know the segments anywhere – the starwhale’s lantern in shards and pieces along the ground, the intermingling of windchimes and their tunes missing in the void. He thought little of it, his mind already brimming with too many alternating angles, ruminations, and machinations, presumed it’d been monsters’ claws in the absence of gods and heralds during their favored reign. They could be replaced, regardless. So he worked while he waited, gilded palms extending outward so the lantern could be replicated, so that light could enter and remain all over again, so that something, besides grief and anguish, felt normal. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
centuries deep
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the Resurrected Sword
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07-01-2020, 02:15 PM
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07-02-2020, 05:24 PM
Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away Appearing, Safrin looked at the shattered bits of lantern. Windchimes lost and stolen. Her perfectly painted lips were pulled down in a frown, her back towards the Sword as her enigmatic gaze surveyed the wreckage. The monsters had not done this of course; it was mortal hands who had desecrated her shrine. Or at least, mostly mortal. Straightening, Safrin glanced over her shoulder towards the burly man. He with his wagon and door and scowl and heartache. Her concern was for her shrine of course. Lowering to pluck up a bit of glass that once held part of the starwhale's call within, the goddess turned towards the Sword, her eyes on the bit of glass in her fingers. "Might have been easier to call to me from the Temple, given its proximity to the door and the state of this place..." the Resurrected Sword
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07-02-2020, 10:02 PM
Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away That Deimos hadn't wanted to linger in the Temple received only a shrug from the goddess. None of them had to stay there, after all. All could have left the Grounds for LongNight. There would be much to clean up afterwards, but what of it? At least there would be no one dead. "My goal?" Safrin repeated, raising a brow in the direction of the sword, an accusatory smile playing on her ruby-red lips. "This was all your idea. A door to block out the LongNight monsters. But now you're not ignorant of what they are, and from whose fickle hands they have been created. The monsters...the ascended, they are one in the same. Why did you think it required ascended contributions to create?" Turning to face him, a speculative smile on her lips, the goddess tilted her head slightly. "One might ask the same of you, Deimos. Whether it was your goal." The pieces were all there of course, fitting easily into place if only one bothered to look. the Resurrected Sword
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07-10-2020, 05:00 PM
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07-13-2020, 03:56 PM
Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away That Deimos hadn't thought things through received only a shrug from the goddess. Perhaps she was merely being intentionally vague. Perhaps her lack of warning was some subtle punishment for Deimos not fulling pledging himself to her. Perhaps Safrin was merely being Safrin, and letting the chips fall where they would. She was under no obligation to recite each and every implication after all, and it wasn't as thought Deimos had asked. 'Of course it can.' Safrin replied. "I assume you mean altered into something else and retaining the abilities within...what did you have in mind?" the Resurrected Sword
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07-13-2020, 06:22 PM
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07-14-2020, 04:08 PM
Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away 'A sword for the Sword." It was fitting more than it was cliche, and Safrin nodded her approval. "Before I give it to you...best you fully understand the ramifications of your choices, yes?" Folding her arms and offering the Sword a maternal look of warning, the deity considered for a moment before offering the once-Reaper his task. "Consider what would happen if this new sword of yours fell into the wrong hands...speak with someone who would be the wrong hands in that regard. Speak with someone you think might destroy your sword, and a third who would use it for good.." She smiled slyly here, leaving 'good' up to Deimos' interpretation. "Or, speak with the Voice herself and see what she makes of your weapon." Deimos can EITHER Speak with three individuals: one who would use the sword for evil, one who would likely destroy it, and one who would use it for good. Must be three separate individuals. OR He can speak with the Voice about the door/sword. the Resurrected Sword
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07-14-2020, 06:44 PM
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07-16-2020, 04:15 PM
Safrin
everything looks perfect
from far away "Or you can leave it with me, where it can do no more inadvertant damage." Damage. Not injury. Because at the end of the day, the ascended were things that only looked human. They could not feel pain. They were not composed of only blood and bone and muscle. Their deaths were no great loss. "But it is up to you." Safrin could see Deimos carrying the door with him, storing it someplace safe as part of some self-imposed penance. He was like that. But he could be practical as well. the Resurrected Sword
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07-16-2020, 05:53 PM
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