Change everything you are and everything you were
Your number has been called
“Yes,” at a glance back over his shoulder, then maneuvering around a corner, watching the torch light play over the eaves and vestiges, looking, glancing around for anything out of place, anything threatening, bewitching, snared by eldritch teeth and claws. The beast didn’t make light of his multiple quests, but was careful, considerate of it too, tying and entangling it along his chest, ensuring the measures would be sufficient, forthright, and exactly what Safrin entailed.
He listened to the sigh as they threaded their way through though, a contortion of him yearning to be a little bitter, a little rancorous, for the ridiculousness of the man’s nuptials. For Hotaru. For things that seemed to easily tied together (though maybe this one was a Gordian knot), when his convictions had been punctured hours later – theirs went on, trapped in its stupefying shell. Not built upon love or compassion or even devotion – but blinded bluffs and bets. If he wasn’t occupied by other matters and notions, the Sword might have sneered, raised his hackles. “Did she?” Came on the slightest of smirks, vengeance for Hotaru, but then naught more, allowing Sunjata to go into detail if he wanted, warranted the notions. He nearly asked then why bother at all, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Done and done. “You are welcome,” applied on a shrug; a rippling effect in the varnished warren, piercing eyes shifting back over shadows.
He listened to the sigh as they threaded their way through though, a contortion of him yearning to be a little bitter, a little rancorous, for the ridiculousness of the man’s nuptials. For Hotaru. For things that seemed to easily tied together (though maybe this one was a Gordian knot), when his convictions had been punctured hours later – theirs went on, trapped in its stupefying shell. Not built upon love or compassion or even devotion – but blinded bluffs and bets. If he wasn’t occupied by other matters and notions, the Sword might have sneered, raised his hackles. “Did she?” Came on the slightest of smirks, vengeance for Hotaru, but then naught more, allowing Sunjata to go into detail if he wanted, warranted the notions. He nearly asked then why bother at all, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Done and done. “You are welcome,” applied on a shrug; a rippling effect in the varnished warren, piercing eyes shifting back over shadows.
DEIMOS
