SAFRIN
"No.." She agrees. Memories will careen through his mind like a riptide pulling him asunder. A voice, Deimos' name on her lips. She is honey to this stone of a man, ocean-eyes and vows of forever. Static. The smell of petrichor and an unyielding god with storm clouds for eyes. A home freely given, walls of ice, but peace hidden in the desolation. A family, but no more.
And where are they now?
Bathwater, flickering pleasure and tongues, eyes as dark as the night sky. Amalia. She was the incarnation of new life here, of all this new world had to offer. Like the basin, there is beauty in the depths should you be allowed to pass.
"You have had strength before, Reaper." Safrin says in a voice like strained starlight but eyes like hardened steel. "Much more than now. Resurrected though you might be, are you not the same soul? What will this power bring you, that it could not before?"
Huyana twice gone. A family ravaged by storms and faceless gods. Portals into unseen dimensions. Death, and death, and death.
And where are they now?
Bathwater, flickering pleasure and tongues, eyes as dark as the night sky. Amalia. She was the incarnation of new life here, of all this new world had to offer. Like the basin, there is beauty in the depths should you be allowed to pass.
"You have had strength before, Reaper." Safrin says in a voice like strained starlight but eyes like hardened steel. "Much more than now. Resurrected though you might be, are you not the same soul? What will this power bring you, that it could not before?"
Huyana twice gone. A family ravaged by storms and faceless gods. Portals into unseen dimensions. Death, and death, and death.
