death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
Quiet in the midst of LongNight entanglements, just as surmised by the rest who’d journeyed here, instead of staying locked away in their own personal hell. He had to wonder if it would’ve been easier, to sojourn along beaches and tides, and then return to the news of Rexanna’s passing; and in the rancorous edges, scraping away at his own sorrows, decided it didn’t matter. The hurt wouldn’t go away, but fade with time, and the penance, mistakes, redemptions, would spiral around and around until he thought he’d made a difference again. Her ghost was amongst the others he couldn’t save, or sent to the gallows on their marches and drumbeats across battlefields, coiled in a bounty of memories rendered soulless and heartbreaking. Perhaps it was just as well, that he’d suffered and would continue to do so, in that threshold of errors and casualties, while others avoided it entirely, bent their way amongst shadows and oceans.
That Sunjata managed to find himself entangled with another monster didn’t even surprise the monolith – though he flicked some attention towards the supposed injury, imagined marks and scars from burns. “It is gone?” It was rare to find another here without some blemish, some figment, some story to remind them that they’d undergone a trial and tribulation, mentally or physically, and managed to survive. It was the next one they’d have to worry about. Which little piece of damnation would finally choke, smother, and consume them whole?
He turned back towards the bar, watching the comings and goings of others when the apology and regrets started, the feathering in his jaw still taut and rigid. “It was my fault.” No shrug to his shoulders, no inclination that he’d heard all the others tell him he wasn’t to blame; the notions hadn’t stuck. She, and this Clemente child, were gone, and it’d been from his plots, his schemes. “I asked Safrin for a door to prevent the monsters.” From being able to scrape their claws against the void, to trick and distort. “I did not realize it would also apply to Ascended.” And then it’d been too late – the notions of others bounding out of the shelter and into the void, fleeing, escaping demons and infidels, only to meet their end at something that should’ve beheld sanctuary. His eyes fell to the wooden structure, jaw clenching again, uncertain who this Nate individual was beyond this bizarre, upcoming marriage. “Sorry for your loss.” Reflection of choices and stupidity, brought on by what they measured as grand plans – fallen to pieces within a matter of seconds.
That Sunjata managed to find himself entangled with another monster didn’t even surprise the monolith – though he flicked some attention towards the supposed injury, imagined marks and scars from burns. “It is gone?” It was rare to find another here without some blemish, some figment, some story to remind them that they’d undergone a trial and tribulation, mentally or physically, and managed to survive. It was the next one they’d have to worry about. Which little piece of damnation would finally choke, smother, and consume them whole?
He turned back towards the bar, watching the comings and goings of others when the apology and regrets started, the feathering in his jaw still taut and rigid. “It was my fault.” No shrug to his shoulders, no inclination that he’d heard all the others tell him he wasn’t to blame; the notions hadn’t stuck. She, and this Clemente child, were gone, and it’d been from his plots, his schemes. “I asked Safrin for a door to prevent the monsters.” From being able to scrape their claws against the void, to trick and distort. “I did not realize it would also apply to Ascended.” And then it’d been too late – the notions of others bounding out of the shelter and into the void, fleeing, escaping demons and infidels, only to meet their end at something that should’ve beheld sanctuary. His eyes fell to the wooden structure, jaw clenching again, uncertain who this Nate individual was beyond this bizarre, upcoming marriage. “Sorry for your loss.” Reflection of choices and stupidity, brought on by what they measured as grand plans – fallen to pieces within a matter of seconds.
DEIMOS
