death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
It’d be very tempting, out of long range pettiness and spite, to hoard any and all information he sought, found, or discovered. To keep it for himself, Evie, and the Grounds, investigations deepening, curiosities extended, and no new details given elsewhere. But this was a larger scale problem, or due to be, with every other ongoing event, with the multitude of machinations hovering along the horizon, and no matter how long they tried to fend it off, or pretend it wasn’t there, the overbearing, foreboding clouds were still on a collision course.
The question wasn’t asked, wasn’t pulsed into the air, but Deimos felt its insinuations, regardless. He fought off a bitter, rancorous sneer, so habitually inclined to sink back into grudges, into age-old, primordial fathoms (where they all fought, where the all raised their blades at the slightest move, claws and nooses at the smallest excuse). Instead, the features remained suitably impassive, giving over into practicality, into built bridges instead of burnt ones; cinders reforming. “Likewise.”
The question wasn’t asked, wasn’t pulsed into the air, but Deimos felt its insinuations, regardless. He fought off a bitter, rancorous sneer, so habitually inclined to sink back into grudges, into age-old, primordial fathoms (where they all fought, where the all raised their blades at the slightest move, claws and nooses at the smallest excuse). Instead, the features remained suitably impassive, giving over into practicality, into built bridges instead of burnt ones; cinders reforming. “Likewise.”
DEIMOS
