after fury
what do you do
Restless, irritated, and unsettled, he spent a majority of his time thus far making armor, pacing, and brooding. Most of it was counterproductive, useless, and inept; which designated his feelings for LongNight with precision. Last year he’d been able to at least drink until some calamity burst through the seams. This season involved militia, protection, and so many alterations that he couldn’t quite fathom into the current span of time – meandering near corners and corridors for now, striving to either stay out of the way or furrow his brows into more desolate portions. Only curiosity invoked him to raise his head at all from his work, placing weapons near the hearth, claiming integral locations for blades and swords, as he watched Amalia gather around two other individuals. One he’d never noted or recognized, and the other being Adam, briefly identified as the man he’d dragged out of the Fae’s pit.Nosey and slightly bored, he rose from where he was sitting and meandered over, standing like a stalwart monolith beside Amalia, tilting his head to listen, poking at the fire, adding some additional logs to the flames, as if he were tending them instead of being inquisitive. He said nothing, offering an arched brow to Amalia, silent form remaining close at hand.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
