DEIMOS
On second thoughts and intuitions, the Sword affixed more flames, more fires, more conflagrations to the tip of the Harpy’s lantern, so the feathers would glow crimson, so the world would be shaken by her emblems, by her memories, by her existence – just as he’d been. Then he plunged more gilded adornments upon Rexanna’s, so the Penumbra was the sun and the moon and eclipsed. Thereafter, he finally ceased, unfurling one more withheld breath, restoring walls and fortifications where they’d been so tempted to fall, to break, to rattle. Piercing eyes narrowed, glanced again, at their definitions, at their parallels, and his heart sunk.
But then his attention could ponder elsewhere, back to the other man, arching a singular brow as he spoke again, of parents gone, of them never knowing about his abilities. A nod of understanding was established; his own would never realize, comprehend, or see what he’d become (if that was anything of worth at all; some days he was naught and other days he was composed of every element). “I have creation magic,” but he wouldn’t consider himself a crafter; his role was segmented into soldier semblances. Just like it’d always been.
Made to fight. Made to brutalize. Made to defend. Made to assault and siege and tear worlds apart.
“I often make weapons or magical items for friends.” And whatever measures were needed in the midst of a crisis. “But I am the General here.”
But then his attention could ponder elsewhere, back to the other man, arching a singular brow as he spoke again, of parents gone, of them never knowing about his abilities. A nod of understanding was established; his own would never realize, comprehend, or see what he’d become (if that was anything of worth at all; some days he was naught and other days he was composed of every element). “I have creation magic,” but he wouldn’t consider himself a crafter; his role was segmented into soldier semblances. Just like it’d always been.
Made to fight. Made to brutalize. Made to defend. Made to assault and siege and tear worlds apart.
“I often make weapons or magical items for friends.” And whatever measures were needed in the midst of a crisis. “But I am the General here.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
