DEIMOS
From another time, another place, ancient and archaic, stones still not moving beneath his feet. They held his avian form well, as he ascended, rock by rock, taking his time, pondering over the nature of god things. They’d had similar markers within Helovia too, unidentifiable, unreachable, and so entirely unknown, with no one to ever around to truly encompass or explain what they were meant to convey. Maybe it was the same here and now, with naught else touching the world. Maybe it’d been closed off and permitted to reign free. Maybe it was just lying in wait. Maybe they were all ignorant fools.
Yes, he reluctantly agreed, circumventing a hint of amusement through the particulars.
His eyes caught her motions, settling in beneath instead of clambering and climbing around like his actions, and he stifled his impending snort. Only when she followed did he maneuver over, permitting her some space as he continued onward, reaching the middle step before she circled and wandered.
The statement thereafter did hasten a deep rumbling laugh, coursing along the bond – what he needed, what he hankered for, rather than all the moody conflagrations. True. Two of my favorite things. Then he sauntered along, plumage extending, pondering.
Want to launch off of it? Like he’d once done along the Spire – though that hellhole was much more vast and towering. When Adam had goaded them, when they’d chased after daring, stupefying audacity, hurtling themselves down into manifested flight, and pulling away, away, away before they splattered upon the ground.
Yes, he reluctantly agreed, circumventing a hint of amusement through the particulars.
His eyes caught her motions, settling in beneath instead of clambering and climbing around like his actions, and he stifled his impending snort. Only when she followed did he maneuver over, permitting her some space as he continued onward, reaching the middle step before she circled and wandered.
The statement thereafter did hasten a deep rumbling laugh, coursing along the bond – what he needed, what he hankered for, rather than all the moody conflagrations. True. Two of my favorite things. Then he sauntered along, plumage extending, pondering.
Want to launch off of it? Like he’d once done along the Spire – though that hellhole was much more vast and towering. When Adam had goaded them, when they’d chased after daring, stupefying audacity, hurtling themselves down into manifested flight, and pulling away, away, away before they splattered upon the ground.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
