whole and apart and in-between

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Another ningo started, portioned out, cut, and then set aside, an efficient ritual to his measures and motions now, working and settling into a tangible rhythm, unbothered and no longer deterred, or disturbed, by whatever notions Loren had planned. “Are luxere not regarded as highly here?” An inquiry of presumptions perhaps; given their usefulness, abilities, and guiding light during the darkest, deadliest days of the year for the Grounds, he hadn’t considered them not of much use to other worlds. Then again, he’d only ever experienced LongNight in the Hallowed hell, tortured and taunted. An arch to his brow resided once more at the consideration and propensity of Loren’s…strangulation accord with the ursur. “There must have been an easier way.” He snorted, shaking his head – any series of machinations or enchantments might not have made such actions necessary at all. But then again, he wasn’t privy to the situation, and half-intended not to ask anyway, based on the Firebrand’s reaction. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace