i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
There was always something they were running towards, away from, or sitting along intermission; waiting for the next haunted, poignant cue. Perhaps it’d be war. Or something else in the midst, another tremor, another terror, another unholy void they’d need to face while other modicums shuffled and granted their wares. He wasn’t even certain what to do with this one – let alone the hordes of others lingering to take their places. Life had alternating pathways and they kept taking one, with no idea of where it’d roam, go; a constant cycle and revolution.
Like here, like now. Like souls reaching for another opportunity, under a different goddess.
And she was not ashamed. So he ceased in those modes, taking the time, the moment, to be less of the apprehensive, dread-filled General, and more of the Sword, a sigh flickering through his chest, eyes going to Zuriel – content – a soft smile lingering in the corner of his mouth again.
Then there was Chulane, and while his head threatened to hang again, he didn’t allow it. “He had a rough time initially.” They all had; but he wouldn’t betray the man’s story, of standing along the edge of lava and wondering what it would be like to join her in death and damnation, of taking another step and letting it all unfurl in embers, cinders, and then nothing. She would be able to see for herself. Figure out her own impressions. Learn to re-stablish foundations rattled, rocked, and marred by moments completely out of their control. “He has been quiet. Kept himself busy with the ningos.” A pause, a tilt of his head. “You should go see him.” Perhaps he’d hoarded her too long for himself, when there were more who needed her.
Like here, like now. Like souls reaching for another opportunity, under a different goddess.
And she was not ashamed. So he ceased in those modes, taking the time, the moment, to be less of the apprehensive, dread-filled General, and more of the Sword, a sigh flickering through his chest, eyes going to Zuriel – content – a soft smile lingering in the corner of his mouth again.
Then there was Chulane, and while his head threatened to hang again, he didn’t allow it. “He had a rough time initially.” They all had; but he wouldn’t betray the man’s story, of standing along the edge of lava and wondering what it would be like to join her in death and damnation, of taking another step and letting it all unfurl in embers, cinders, and then nothing. She would be able to see for herself. Figure out her own impressions. Learn to re-stablish foundations rattled, rocked, and marred by moments completely out of their control. “He has been quiet. Kept himself busy with the ningos.” A pause, a tilt of his head. “You should go see him.” Perhaps he’d hoarded her too long for himself, when there were more who needed her.
or your stubbornness?
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