death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
A reprisal of rain brought them inside, from the warm sands and the rush of the tides, and the following rumble of thunder only exacerbated the issue. Were the lightning not a threat, for he had no ability to harness that particular course of power, he would’ve been content in the dousing, soaking deluge, mustering onward in a favored element, treated to predilections of the past. Instead, while Amalia found them a room at a nearby inn, Deimos’ intentions were for replenishing supplies, and with most market stalls closing up as the skies opened up, the monolith forged onward, into the Hanged Man.
His imposing figure wandered into its midst, eyes drawn first only to the bar (something seasons and years ago he would’ve gladly taken up – miring and wallowing in the melancholy; and it was tempting now), and then to the rest of the sanction. Several remained in the back, cloaked in shadow, and his scrutinizing gaze, because he was meticulous, consistently searching for danger, for signs of treachery, for anything out of the ordinary that could signal an omen, a threat –
And his piercing stare landed on Sunjata.
There was a beat of a moment where considerations contorted their way through his mind – to appear as a threatening figure all over again, the towering Colossus with incantations, demolition, and desecration embedded firmly, fiercely, within his entity, to growl, raise his hackles, instigate another onslaught, or to ignore him entirely.
Deimos chose the latter, face void of any emotion save for nonchalance, reserve, and impassivity, turning towards the counter.
His imposing figure wandered into its midst, eyes drawn first only to the bar (something seasons and years ago he would’ve gladly taken up – miring and wallowing in the melancholy; and it was tempting now), and then to the rest of the sanction. Several remained in the back, cloaked in shadow, and his scrutinizing gaze, because he was meticulous, consistently searching for danger, for signs of treachery, for anything out of the ordinary that could signal an omen, a threat –
And his piercing stare landed on Sunjata.
There was a beat of a moment where considerations contorted their way through his mind – to appear as a threatening figure all over again, the towering Colossus with incantations, demolition, and desecration embedded firmly, fiercely, within his entity, to growl, raise his hackles, instigate another onslaught, or to ignore him entirely.
Deimos chose the latter, face void of any emotion save for nonchalance, reserve, and impassivity, turning towards the counter.
DEIMOS
