Seren
Sky-blue eyes widened with surprise at the mention of the Mathair. "You've met her? She's still alive then? That's... how did you convince her not to?" For all the horror of the revelation, Seren had to struggle to keep back the snicker. A little macabre, sure, but the image of the stoic Sword talking frantically to escape the jaws of a goddess wouldn't be shaken.
Gallows humor, it must be. The situation and the multitude of problems arising all around them was certainly nothing to laugh at. Still, as she stood up Seren wanted to just inhale as deep as she could and scream at the desolate wasteland around them. Scream until her lungs caved, until the throat split open and all the darkness was finally spewed out, so that only light and peace remained. That this steadfast, stalwart brick wall of a man did not have any comfort to offer her was just not fair. He was the grown up, the one supposed to have his shit together. And if he didn't? How could she possibly do it?
And still there was more to come. Because Seren couldn't keep things hidden longer, or she would burst from it. But Deimos... what could he do? Already burdened, already with too much to carry. Nor could he actually do anything to help, becase the core of her issue lay in a city from which he was barred.
Not the right person, perhaps. Not today.
"Hey... want to blow off some steam?" she asked, and swallowed down the urge to confess and confide. Not today. "Umbra says there's a valley full of vampire gourds up ahead. We could... eh... cull them? Before they can enter Halo."
Perhaps the gleam in her eyes was a little savage, a little too dark for a starling, but who cared. Seren ached to do something, and smashing pumpkins was a relatively harmless pastime.
Gallows humor, it must be. The situation and the multitude of problems arising all around them was certainly nothing to laugh at. Still, as she stood up Seren wanted to just inhale as deep as she could and scream at the desolate wasteland around them. Scream until her lungs caved, until the throat split open and all the darkness was finally spewed out, so that only light and peace remained. That this steadfast, stalwart brick wall of a man did not have any comfort to offer her was just not fair. He was the grown up, the one supposed to have his shit together. And if he didn't? How could she possibly do it?
And still there was more to come. Because Seren couldn't keep things hidden longer, or she would burst from it. But Deimos... what could he do? Already burdened, already with too much to carry. Nor could he actually do anything to help, becase the core of her issue lay in a city from which he was barred.
Not the right person, perhaps. Not today.
"Hey... want to blow off some steam?" she asked, and swallowed down the urge to confess and confide. Not today. "Umbra says there's a valley full of vampire gourds up ahead. We could... eh... cull them? Before they can enter Halo."
Perhaps the gleam in her eyes was a little savage, a little too dark for a starling, but who cared. Seren ached to do something, and smashing pumpkins was a relatively harmless pastime.
Battle born they send us
Covered in our noble blood
Covered in our noble blood
