DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Friends had been a relatively foreign concept after he kept losing them to battles. It had been far, far easier to retreat back into nonchalance, into shells, into voids, into becoming a vessel for bloodshed, ruin, abominations, and the simple outlines of vengeance. The Reaper; a king on top of his mountains, looking down, down, down and sending his enemies off the peaks.
But here, without them, he wouldn’t have survived.
He didn’t take her moment of rest for anything but that – waiting in the interim, blade at the ready for whatever she sought to apply. The hammer swiftly caught the armament and hastened it downward, and soon enough, she’d rendered the tactics viable, and the edge of the blunt instrument tapped against his armor. At her tones, he presumed the multitudes somewhat finished. “You practiced them well. Was there anything else?” He’d be capable for going on for longer, enduring and formidable, but if Morgan had other means to attend to, especially within the role of Warden once more, he wouldn’t keep her.
Though, on the subject and note of comrades –
His eyes shifted briefly to the other soldiers, some still working on clambering on top of the makeshift hill, or clattering around, swords edged and lined, striving to prove themselves. Thereafter, his gaze turned back to Morgan, head tilted in contemplation. “A group of us are going to the Kraai later.” Considering he’d been told he needed to relax and rest; being amidst his fellow Shields and forgoing their suffering for another day sounded like the start of some repose. “You are welcome to join us.”
But here, without them, he wouldn’t have survived.
He didn’t take her moment of rest for anything but that – waiting in the interim, blade at the ready for whatever she sought to apply. The hammer swiftly caught the armament and hastened it downward, and soon enough, she’d rendered the tactics viable, and the edge of the blunt instrument tapped against his armor. At her tones, he presumed the multitudes somewhat finished. “You practiced them well. Was there anything else?” He’d be capable for going on for longer, enduring and formidable, but if Morgan had other means to attend to, especially within the role of Warden once more, he wouldn’t keep her.
Though, on the subject and note of comrades –
His eyes shifted briefly to the other soldiers, some still working on clambering on top of the makeshift hill, or clattering around, swords edged and lined, striving to prove themselves. Thereafter, his gaze turned back to Morgan, head tilted in contemplation. “A group of us are going to the Kraai later.” Considering he’d been told he needed to relax and rest; being amidst his fellow Shields and forgoing their suffering for another day sounded like the start of some repose. “You are welcome to join us.”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
