death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
The Sword walked and walked, pressing his strides into the sand, jaw clenching, feathering, under the might and menace of the passing few hours. Too many things to be said, too many tarnished notions reeling, his head bowed against the sea breeze, winding his way along Apopo’s summits.
Bizarre; to be here, after everything else. On a spread of fertile soil, with pails in his hands, as if normalcy still maintained, retained, it’s dominion after the passing of last evening. His head ached and his soul burst and the clarity of it all wasting away to nothing was all the more apparent. Too many things lost and not gained, the opportunities of vengeance and anger simply giving away to the particles, to the dust, to the ash.
He stopped when he saw her, shaking his head, uttering a heavy sigh. He passed one of the buckets to her without words, without preamble, not even knowing where to start. The smoke still wasn’t gone from his skin, and the embers pooled into his flesh. They’d been fools, and eventually it was going to wreak havoc on more than just broken, fettered, gone, wasted companions. Which was why he hadn’t brought his - they were safer, back at the Inn, until they could all ultimately flee.
“Ru,” he finally managed on a rumble, throat contracting, fists clenching, before walking forward, towards a patch of earth. “What happened after?”
Bizarre; to be here, after everything else. On a spread of fertile soil, with pails in his hands, as if normalcy still maintained, retained, it’s dominion after the passing of last evening. His head ached and his soul burst and the clarity of it all wasting away to nothing was all the more apparent. Too many things lost and not gained, the opportunities of vengeance and anger simply giving away to the particles, to the dust, to the ash.
He stopped when he saw her, shaking his head, uttering a heavy sigh. He passed one of the buckets to her without words, without preamble, not even knowing where to start. The smoke still wasn’t gone from his skin, and the embers pooled into his flesh. They’d been fools, and eventually it was going to wreak havoc on more than just broken, fettered, gone, wasted companions. Which was why he hadn’t brought his - they were safer, back at the Inn, until they could all ultimately flee.
“Ru,” he finally managed on a rumble, throat contracting, fists clenching, before walking forward, towards a patch of earth. “What happened after?”
DEIMOS
