death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
There were a few snide remarks left in the Sword’s wake, drummed up along petty remnants, of times where he’d made rings for the Flood, for another damned wedding, that particular one avoided entirely. Last Flowerbirth had not been kind, the lows devastatingly outweighing the highs, scorching and layering its own brand of discord into a world that had yet to figure out how to fully recover. Step by step, day by day, struggling and striving to repair the damage done; Hotaru had somehow figured out how with the fool, adding another in the midst, but he was too irritated to pierce and puncture it together. Didn’t want to. Didn’t have to. It’d be an inquiry for the Valkyrie upon her return from her venture.
He stared straight ahead, proffering no reaction to the notion of beach weddings with emblazoned sunsets, receptions at home with wide open bonfires, food, and drink. It only hastened and drew memories of his own – of people who’d been there to celebrate their nuptials, and then no longer with them, gone on the harsh atrocities of winter.
Or by his own ignorant hand.
Eventually, the pattern of thoughts eroded into something else, another fixture of cold-blooded curiosity, machinations willing and wheeling behind his eyes. “How was LongNight here?”
He stared straight ahead, proffering no reaction to the notion of beach weddings with emblazoned sunsets, receptions at home with wide open bonfires, food, and drink. It only hastened and drew memories of his own – of people who’d been there to celebrate their nuptials, and then no longer with them, gone on the harsh atrocities of winter.
Or by his own ignorant hand.
Eventually, the pattern of thoughts eroded into something else, another fixture of cold-blooded curiosity, machinations willing and wheeling behind his eyes. “How was LongNight here?”
DEIMOS
