Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place Very rarely had his eyes ever sought out the sun; warm bits of light had faded away in time, in misery, in melancholy, shifting off his icy demeanor, his indifferent artifice, with keen grace and understanding. Don’t bother with this one the world would say, wounds already too deep and festered, stranded and forsaken in the depths of his immorality. He narrowed his gaze when she strayed too far in – he preferred the soothing, solemn coating of rain, the passing of droplets cascading off his sullen brow, the drowning deluge threatening to consume him whole (it had once; he’d let it wholeheartedly, enjoyed each and every moment until it collapsed and gave way, until the clouds parted and he was alone again). He didn’t expect ochre to be staring back – had presumed fire and gold, tarnished amber, weights of a million daggers pinpointed back to his face, telling him to go, to stray, to leave. The flush spreading across her cheeks was intriguing, and he quirked his brow at its rosy appearance, but left it out in the open, not drawing her embarrassment or chagrin into the ruins. Perhaps it wasn’t truly hers and the telltale signs of her aggravation were written along her features; someone else had been given the authority, and they’d let it waste, let it rot, let it sink back into the ground. It was a shame, because tomes were privileges sometimes rarely afforded, and wisdom was a wondrous, ravenous thing – he’d stalk it just as much as an enemy or adversary, grasp it in both hands and refuse to relinquish. The Reaper noted the small moment of deflation, the way the scorching embers pop, whistle, and refuse to ignite for the slightest of seconds, and her words only confirm the suspicions. For his part, he nearly spoke against the bestial fool who ran the broken-down wares, but refrained, shaking his head instead, disapproval for those who couldn’t care for what they promised to tend.
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Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary