death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
From the back of his house, the Sword could hear the ricochet of movement, the loud reverberation on the threshold – and considered not answering it. Anyone he wanted to see would’ve come barging in (Kiada, Rexanna, Hotaru, Amalia) with no hesitation, but two were gone, one was preparing to be married and likely mourning the same losses, and the other had proclaimed she needed space. It didn’t leave much to his motivations to maneuver from where he stood, putting away tools recently used. If he ceased movement long enough, and pretended not to be home, maybe they’d go away.
Except Zuriel was out in the yard, grazing somewhere, a dead giveaway that he was there.
With a forbearing sigh, a heavy heart, and bone-laden exhaustion wearing down along his spine, the General maneuvered to the aperture, opening it –
To reveal Sunjata.
He really didn’t want to even wonder why the man was here. No patience, no tolerance, everything else gone and sunken in, the nonchalant and apathetic demeanor exuded entirely on his features. His eyes narrowed, perhaps dangerously, and a rumbling tone ensued. “You are the last person I want to see.”
Before he shut the door in the Flood’s face.
Except Zuriel was out in the yard, grazing somewhere, a dead giveaway that he was there.
With a forbearing sigh, a heavy heart, and bone-laden exhaustion wearing down along his spine, the General maneuvered to the aperture, opening it –
To reveal Sunjata.
He really didn’t want to even wonder why the man was here. No patience, no tolerance, everything else gone and sunken in, the nonchalant and apathetic demeanor exuded entirely on his features. His eyes narrowed, perhaps dangerously, and a rumbling tone ensued. “You are the last person I want to see.”
Before he shut the door in the Flood’s face.
DEIMOS
