DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Luck and fortune had not been on the Sword’s side within the past year – save for friends willing to pluck him out of his own personal void and hell – so Nate’s perspective coiled back upon him in a curious array. Had it been kismet and fortuity, sensical and forthright, or mere happenstance? And was that worth holding onto, or letting it all slide down his spine again, gone into the abyss of all the other events involving monsters, creatures, and cretins. “I suppose,” managed to emerge on a half-smile, the shrug undulating through his shoulders; peeling the uncertainty away for other notions and motions requiring his more meticulous means.
A portion of him pondered if he should draw and sketch to a juvenile degree – intentionally slowing down the work as Nate hastened and hovered – but the temptation pierced off elsewhere once he’d started. The dark lines of the charcoal curved and carved, and he wasn’t particularly bothered by the scrutiny of the Ascended – understanding the nature of a request going through the formalities of what someone wanted. For those he was close to, he could usually render something to their liking, a striking assemblage of their spirits and souls – but he didn’t know Nate well enough to simply garner a guess. So he wasn’t fussed either when he must’ve seen something to be corrected or altered, handing the paper and charcoal over. “Go ahead.” There was always room for improvement, for growth, and the General had been re-honed under its fair share – but would adhere to more.
A portion of him pondered if he should draw and sketch to a juvenile degree – intentionally slowing down the work as Nate hastened and hovered – but the temptation pierced off elsewhere once he’d started. The dark lines of the charcoal curved and carved, and he wasn’t particularly bothered by the scrutiny of the Ascended – understanding the nature of a request going through the formalities of what someone wanted. For those he was close to, he could usually render something to their liking, a striking assemblage of their spirits and souls – but he didn’t know Nate well enough to simply garner a guess. So he wasn’t fussed either when he must’ve seen something to be corrected or altered, handing the paper and charcoal over. “Go ahead.” There was always room for improvement, for growth, and the General had been re-honed under its fair share – but would adhere to more.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
