death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
“Perhaps.” But he had no way of knowing: an explanation for the moments following, for the surprise, the shock, when Roana had marched in, wounded and damaged and soon dead. Weren’t there a number of inhabitants capable of calling, summoning, the gods, the heralds, to their methods and means? Knowing Roana as much as he had, she’d been a fighter, wouldn’t have remained walled up in the prison for long. He hadn’t put her in the specially designed cell. She didn’t have magic to bend the bars. Something had occurred, but any investigation towards the mystery had been thrown by the wayside in the events immediately after, LongNight stretching its first gnarled hand into the doomed Monster Hunter’s Guild.
He made no comment about Phoebe; that damned and doomed marriage lingering further down the reaches of his spine as he thought of his own, swallowing down another drowning contortion. “Sometimes hope is the only means to survival.” Glimmers of moments they could scarcely, hardly reach; A strange statement for a beast like him, for a monolith who endured, endured, endured, but he didn’t have much else nowadays – the wedding gift of faith still tucked in his pocket, unseen but felt regardless, in the course of hazes and hell. A little smirk curled thereafter, as he broke another branch, placing it amongst his brethren; kindling, something in the future to set aflame. “Or we dig in, no matter what happens.”
He made no comment about Phoebe; that damned and doomed marriage lingering further down the reaches of his spine as he thought of his own, swallowing down another drowning contortion. “Sometimes hope is the only means to survival.” Glimmers of moments they could scarcely, hardly reach; A strange statement for a beast like him, for a monolith who endured, endured, endured, but he didn’t have much else nowadays – the wedding gift of faith still tucked in his pocket, unseen but felt regardless, in the course of hazes and hell. A little smirk curled thereafter, as he broke another branch, placing it amongst his brethren; kindling, something in the future to set aflame. “Or we dig in, no matter what happens.”
DEIMOS
