It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
Things had altered and changed since the last time she’d concocted battles during LongNight. These notions of victory, of triumph, nearly eroded those moments stretched, harsh, and unreeling from years ago, when dragons failed to do anything, and when Harpies couldn’t take their lost, loved ones. The feral notches of his smile remained for a moment, and a nod followed, proud, perhaps, as they began to walk out of the caves.
He didn’t need his rancor here. His regrets. His apprehension.
All for naught, and best to keep it that way.
“Go on,” he laughed, Zuriel bumping at his hand, and Belial overhead, angling slightly downwards, a careful perusal of Kiada in eerie, enigmatic deer quandaries. Into the labyrinth, warrens and mazes. It was clear she had more to tell, more to say, more to share, and for once they could share in a cavalcade of success, rather than the telltale plunge of hell and devastation. Something to savor, rather than deny.
He didn’t need his rancor here. His regrets. His apprehension.
All for naught, and best to keep it that way.
“Go on,” he laughed, Zuriel bumping at his hand, and Belial overhead, angling slightly downwards, a careful perusal of Kiada in eerie, enigmatic deer quandaries. Into the labyrinth, warrens and mazes. It was clear she had more to tell, more to say, more to share, and for once they could share in a cavalcade of success, rather than the telltale plunge of hell and devastation. Something to savor, rather than deny.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
