after fury
what do you do
Deimos’ first impression of Adam hadn’t really been much of anything – another individual caught in the web of Fae antics, pulled up from the pit and pendulums, and then set upon his way. There hadn’t been any other interactions since, though he knew and understood the man was a favorite of Amalia’s. Why he couldn’t quite understand, not quite contemplating the appeal as he was called big guy, Amalia’s dude, and then – Drug dealer.
Oh, the Sword shook Adam’s hand, but with a definite force and vitriol behind the notion, pressing far more strength than necessary into the motion, not quite striving to hear any crack or snap of bones (but the sentiment was there, reeling in the back of his mind). His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, every bit the picture of a warrior waiting to drive his blade into Adam’s torso or simply ponder another means of destruction.
Because there were other measures coiled and contorted into the General’s cranium, and many of them ached, made him flinch, inwardly drawn to other memories and moments he couldn’t quite fathom or understand. Drugs? he inquired towards Amalia, the Attuned bond segmenting, carefully neutral even while he wasn’t. There were a thousand different directions he could echo and reverberate along, and he was lost in the sea of their fathoms and depths. At first, it was cool and calm, contemplating the measures of why she’d pursue some other substance, if it was any variable from their alcohol celebrations or inebriations when no one died in their latest quests. But then it meandered into realms of the unknown, if something else was going on that he was unware of, problems or vexations or other frustrations sticking to her that she simply didn’t tell him. And why hadn’t she? Are you all right? pulsed back to her, a phrase he’d meant to ask before, and she’d hid from it.
He permitted the sting to bite into his skin, sitting there while he pondered over what to even say. His brow arched for a moment, glancing sidelong at Peter, who apparently deigned to involve himself with Adam too. All of this was likely meant to be amusing, and he wasn’t finding the humor in it.
“I preferred the pit introduction,” his tone was flat, unimpressed. At least near the gaping hole he could’ve pushed him back in and left him to sit there for a bit longer. Here, there was really only tossing him outside, for the monsters to feast upon. Amalia and this Peter fellow probably wouldn’t allow it. “Deimos,” he extended, rendering the awkward, ridiculous introductions complete.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
