DEIMOS
Ash and smoke, fire and blood, dredged in the way his father might have manifested himself all those ages ago. Lifetimes upon lifetimes, bending and swaying between his eyes, until fragments of ghosts were nothing more than a haze, and he still had to live in this circle, in this realm, of his own making. Only after he’d stared into flames for much too long did his gaze rest back upon Seren, a nod for the way things had been a year ago. “Yes.” A furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, pinpointed elsewhere; on the ground, on the magma floor, on the adornments of dragon wings above. “We were out of our minds.” A pause, a breath, steady and certain, when everything else wasn’t. “Water from the Frey’s Breath held it off, until we found enough of Rae’s lilies to put behind the falls. To release Tanau, and be cured.” Maybe Seren could’ve helped – but there’d been enough of them tracking, pursuing; and there was no doubt her mother wouldn’t have permitted it – not after Safrin had been nettled with the blight. “The Voice offered one as well, but I did not take it.” A cheeky grin appeared, quickly, swiftly, before it rearranged into stoicism. The Sword had preferred to fight off a guardian of the halls, rather than bow his head to that individual.
Stargazing seemed far more fleeting, but calming, serene, than lingering within this threshold of impending damnation. “I would not doubt it,” as he glanced upwards again, within the echoing chambers, releasing more Air to push back the threatening smog and smoke.
He followed after her trail of stone-pocketing, making no move to do the same; entranced by embers, by coals, by stoking paths. The only thing that gave him pause was her inquiry, and a series of jaw clenching maneuvers strung together in silence – placing a self-deprecating joke in before anything else. “I am always quiet.” The smile remained in the corner of his mouth, despite its inclination to wither and decay again. The truth bound away on that same fortitude though; not a reverberation, but something altogether hushed. “Nothing feels right.” The sentiments in his chest, the maelstroms conducted in invisible dominions, the constant turbulence. He’d lived in warframes long before this; but to exist in it again still set him on edge. “And it was the first I had heard the Voice was willing to turn her own.” To take control. To truly maneuver tethers and lines into her appeals and necessities; an all he could think about was Kiada. His stare managed to center back to the demigod, another sigh coming behind machinations. “What about you?”
Stargazing seemed far more fleeting, but calming, serene, than lingering within this threshold of impending damnation. “I would not doubt it,” as he glanced upwards again, within the echoing chambers, releasing more Air to push back the threatening smog and smoke.
He followed after her trail of stone-pocketing, making no move to do the same; entranced by embers, by coals, by stoking paths. The only thing that gave him pause was her inquiry, and a series of jaw clenching maneuvers strung together in silence – placing a self-deprecating joke in before anything else. “I am always quiet.” The smile remained in the corner of his mouth, despite its inclination to wither and decay again. The truth bound away on that same fortitude though; not a reverberation, but something altogether hushed. “Nothing feels right.” The sentiments in his chest, the maelstroms conducted in invisible dominions, the constant turbulence. He’d lived in warframes long before this; but to exist in it again still set him on edge. “And it was the first I had heard the Voice was willing to turn her own.” To take control. To truly maneuver tethers and lines into her appeals and necessities; an all he could think about was Kiada. His stare managed to center back to the demigod, another sigh coming behind machinations. “What about you?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
