Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Every world he’d been within had its own form of torture and devastation: Isilme with its prejudices and ensuing wars because of the latter, Helovia with its own brand of petulant distaste for repose, spreading avarice and melees into any bleak situation, and now Caido, with its moments of stark, beatific clarity, and then winding down into monsters and mayhem. He’d survived all of them – in a way, perishing amidst the Aurora Basin, his bones laid to rest somewhere within the mountainsides, damned later when everything became nothing – learned to assimilate, adapt, and define his way through the eroding blunders and swift, changing tides. Perseverance, fortitude, and might arced, sculpted, and reigned throughout his existence, and that was how he clung here too, digging in, not permitting the wind to assail him, not allowing every tribulation to send him into despair (but gods, they still left their mark).
The draconic interludes eventually ceased to be elemental lizards at all, winding and unwinding into plumes of smoke and steam, rising and falling in a quieter maelstrom, defying one another in their ebb and flow of disaster and bedlam.
Impending ceremonies and weddings only caused another round of light laughter, the piercing sway of his gaze wandering from his incantations and enchantments resting over the brim of the Oasis, and towards Weaver. Comfortable in the bakery indeed; though she wouldn’t know the half of it, especially the days of Zariah, when they hunkered down in Amalia’s basement and plotted rebellion, or hours spent cutting through the earth, ensuring there was a route to the prison in case one of their own ended up locked within the cells. He grinned instead of parsing through the history of their relationship, keeping everything to themselves, content at her agreement. “We will put out a notice.” Once they had tasks completed, at hand, amongst the circle of brethren. “We should have it covered.” Just to bring herself and enjoy – one last celebration before they all hunkered down, maneuvered towards Deepfrost’s consternations.
The draconic interludes eventually ceased to be elemental lizards at all, winding and unwinding into plumes of smoke and steam, rising and falling in a quieter maelstrom, defying one another in their ebb and flow of disaster and bedlam.
Impending ceremonies and weddings only caused another round of light laughter, the piercing sway of his gaze wandering from his incantations and enchantments resting over the brim of the Oasis, and towards Weaver. Comfortable in the bakery indeed; though she wouldn’t know the half of it, especially the days of Zariah, when they hunkered down in Amalia’s basement and plotted rebellion, or hours spent cutting through the earth, ensuring there was a route to the prison in case one of their own ended up locked within the cells. He grinned instead of parsing through the history of their relationship, keeping everything to themselves, content at her agreement. “We will put out a notice.” Once they had tasks completed, at hand, amongst the circle of brethren. “We should have it covered.” Just to bring herself and enjoy – one last celebration before they all hunkered down, maneuvered towards Deepfrost’s consternations.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
