It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
A very loud huff, breath, and billow echoed from the deer now hovering above, if not a slight sneer over fangs, at Kiada’s comment. Zuriel and Deimos snorted simultaneously. But while the unicorn also adhered to the Harpy’s scratches and ministrations, the Sword watched some complexity pass through her features, uncertain over the somber interludes.
And it seemed to dissipate anyway, on the glimmer of other things. Visits from the Valkyrie was a pleasant thing to look forward to, another bright aspect on the aftermath of everything else; pieces of yesteryear that weren’t already so cracked, so broken, so infernally damned. They would always be missing some of their number, and a sting nestled in his chest for the loss of Rexanna once more, but the rest of them had one another. So he nodded at the implication, eyes adjusting again to the Citadel rising out of the horizon, a blackened exterior ensuring home was closing in.
But the exasperated sigh that followed on the sentiments of more familial introductions made him laugh. It was loud and booming, enough to make Belial drift a little more downwards, exuberant and chaotic. A Cheshire, childish grin enveloped over his mouth, made his cheeks dimple underneath the stubble and beard. Mischief and every damned eave of it coiled under his predilections, and he could put more of his juvenile machinations to the test. “You better prepare him.” Deimos wasn’t certain Chulane would be able to handle Hotaru; and certainly not the Sword and Valkyrie together. "Maybe we could tell him embarrassing stories of your youth."
And it seemed to dissipate anyway, on the glimmer of other things. Visits from the Valkyrie was a pleasant thing to look forward to, another bright aspect on the aftermath of everything else; pieces of yesteryear that weren’t already so cracked, so broken, so infernally damned. They would always be missing some of their number, and a sting nestled in his chest for the loss of Rexanna once more, but the rest of them had one another. So he nodded at the implication, eyes adjusting again to the Citadel rising out of the horizon, a blackened exterior ensuring home was closing in.
But the exasperated sigh that followed on the sentiments of more familial introductions made him laugh. It was loud and booming, enough to make Belial drift a little more downwards, exuberant and chaotic. A Cheshire, childish grin enveloped over his mouth, made his cheeks dimple underneath the stubble and beard. Mischief and every damned eave of it coiled under his predilections, and he could put more of his juvenile machinations to the test. “You better prepare him.” Deimos wasn’t certain Chulane would be able to handle Hotaru; and certainly not the Sword and Valkyrie together. "Maybe we could tell him embarrassing stories of your youth."
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
