DEIMOS
The musing probably didn’t matter in the end; Zariah had her own motivations, and he wouldn’t be shocked or surprised if she managed to circumvent and instigate some sort of pawn or manipulative game. Leaving her children seemed up her alley to suit her affairs or duplicitous tactics, and some portion frustrated him that one of the things he desired the most might be right in the depths of her grasp. However, layers upon layers of the unknown stoked between the walls and thresholds, and they had no means, no multitudes, no Machiavellian ensigns and designs agitated or unfurled until they were out of LongNight’s hold.
He said naught more about it, spinning it silently in the web of his ambitions and wiles, contemplating, considering, when Rexanna continued the story, the tale, of their Mathair antics. Lucas was dead. Not a name he knew, perhaps a figure in the background or heralded scenes, someone he hadn’t noticed along their passing chains and tethers, as the world navigated and escalated. But his remains being left behind was just one more piece of evidence, one more strike against the Ascendeds’ actions and intervals - he shook his head at the mess; withholding whatever growl managed to segment its way into his form, the granules rough and sullen. Was it worth it? he wanted to ask, understanding as much as she the drive, the need, the longing for the summits and peaks, the rivers of ice and snow, the glaciers, the hollowed, hallowed sanctions of everything he’d once devoted his entire life to. “We will get there.” He paused, narrowing his eyes, staring at the flames, seditious determination, irreverent tenacity, emboldened and simmering on his tongue. “One way or another.”
He said naught more about it, spinning it silently in the web of his ambitions and wiles, contemplating, considering, when Rexanna continued the story, the tale, of their Mathair antics. Lucas was dead. Not a name he knew, perhaps a figure in the background or heralded scenes, someone he hadn’t noticed along their passing chains and tethers, as the world navigated and escalated. But his remains being left behind was just one more piece of evidence, one more strike against the Ascendeds’ actions and intervals - he shook his head at the mess; withholding whatever growl managed to segment its way into his form, the granules rough and sullen. Was it worth it? he wanted to ask, understanding as much as she the drive, the need, the longing for the summits and peaks, the rivers of ice and snow, the glaciers, the hollowed, hallowed sanctions of everything he’d once devoted his entire life to. “We will get there.” He paused, narrowing his eyes, staring at the flames, seditious determination, irreverent tenacity, emboldened and simmering on his tongue. “One way or another.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
