It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
While Belial followed and stalked the ningos, who descended upon a small knoll of snow yards away, Deimos continued with his juvenile tendencies. An unfurling of the boyish qualities, rather than the impassive, stoic, reticent demeanor, and perhaps, if they were so fortunate, the latter could remain longer than a few isolated minutes. Relaxed into the walk with the only ambition contrived into returning home, he could lean into the indulgent, childish dominion, the Cheshire grin still alive and well. His gaze not so haunted, sharp, or depressed – just content in the idle mischief. “You know we would.” An arch of his brow flickered and followed, before she elbowed him – feeling almost nothing in between furs and muscle.
“Sounds like a challenge.” The snicker deepened and the laughter rang out once more, as he noted the deer launching for the birds out of the corner of his eye, and Zuriel ambling closer to the blackened outskirts. A few more glances from Kiada, towards the skies, seemed to correspond to an urgency of returning to Chulane, who was likely just as desperate for the end of that ridiculous volley into the Grounds. The Sword had enough for now; Kiada was safe and sound and home. “Best go see him then,” he acknowledged with a nod, ignoring the image of the deer flying by with wings in his mouth; intending to part ways beneath the aperture of the Citadel.
“Sounds like a challenge.” The snicker deepened and the laughter rang out once more, as he noted the deer launching for the birds out of the corner of his eye, and Zuriel ambling closer to the blackened outskirts. A few more glances from Kiada, towards the skies, seemed to correspond to an urgency of returning to Chulane, who was likely just as desperate for the end of that ridiculous volley into the Grounds. The Sword had enough for now; Kiada was safe and sound and home. “Best go see him then,” he acknowledged with a nod, ignoring the image of the deer flying by with wings in his mouth; intending to part ways beneath the aperture of the Citadel.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
