after fury
what do you do
Deimos had plenty of vices. They eclipsed his virtues swiftly, quickly, shards of darkness puncturing their way through anything of value. He was stubborn and obstinate, tenacious and seditious, irreverent and barbaric, at times avaricious, greedy, coveting, coveting, coveting from pieces and portions of days where he’d lost everything, and that was merely surface level. Except he wasn’t about to spill any of his weaknesses, vulnerabilities, or ineffectual measures here and now. Though Adam might soon find his penchant for murder, hatred, abhorrence, and any other means and measures when confronted with an irritating force. The Reaper would’ve proffered an intimidating stature, or merely left; unimpressed and irritated, exasperated until he simply couldn’t care enough. The Sword, however, was mainly vexed and nettled on Amalia’s behalf.He ignored the thief’s inquiry, not even bothering to glance his way again, eyes turning towards the fire, or arching his brow at Peter again (a question in his gaze, even if he didn’t give it a voice). He settled at the proffered spot, descending towards the hearth, fighting the notion to raise hackles or bristle. The beast listened to Amalia’s brief explanation, jaw clenched, form hardened in steel and resolve, forged with iron and uncertain of just what was going on. Adam helped her through a hard day with…drugs. Weren’t there better ways, more effective means? Or was he the type to simply seek into indulgences, impulses, and not bother with the consequences, the fallout, something prickling into the current stature? Deimos had little more to contribute towards the silent conversation than the actual one between fire and brimstone – the precarious fault lines dragged over the sanction. He nodded towards her and left it at that – another later venture they’d have to trace over, another thing he didn’t know or understand.
“We are better prepared this year,” was really all he could contribute. Prepared didn’t mean safe. Prepared didn’t mean worthy. Prepared didn’t mean none of them would die. Just that they had some notion of expectations, of the rush, the crush, of the void outside the doors and walls.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
