DEIMOS
Try, try, try, the better part of valor: what they all intended to do at every waking moment of the day. Except it all used to be so much simpler. Overthrow a dictator. Hunt after vampire gourds. Explore a broken-down barrier, and the world beyond it. And they had, continuing to do so, with much more on the line. He’d never wondered what it was like to simply cease and desist, to bow his head and let the wake take over; carving little niches for himself, for his comrades, for his friends, for the ones who stayed. “And it might solve your problem,” he rumbled, fixing his eyes on the plaited vines, entirely unaware of what the tribulation was.
As for Safrin and her chances, the Sword could not, parse through the void with a small smile. “Sometimes I fear I stumble more than I succeed. But you are right, she still grants opportunities.” To change, to grow. He snorted at her following insinuation though. “No. That means I would have to listen and follow my own advice.” Then the General arched a brow, indicating with a mocking, self-deprecating instance upon himself, the lightest of smiles touching the corners of his mouth. Another sigh wandered its way through, hastening the swirl of vines upward, permitting them to bend and twist along pockets of air.
Then his entire form grew quite rigid and still at the question. He’d walked straight into that one, with lining out the truth, with partaking in veracity, and the incantations froze mid-air. But Deimos refused to sink, like he’d done so many god damned times before; a quiet murmur leaving and nothing more. “We were married.” The were the biggest indicator that it was no more.
As for Safrin and her chances, the Sword could not, parse through the void with a small smile. “Sometimes I fear I stumble more than I succeed. But you are right, she still grants opportunities.” To change, to grow. He snorted at her following insinuation though. “No. That means I would have to listen and follow my own advice.” Then the General arched a brow, indicating with a mocking, self-deprecating instance upon himself, the lightest of smiles touching the corners of his mouth. Another sigh wandered its way through, hastening the swirl of vines upward, permitting them to bend and twist along pockets of air.
Then his entire form grew quite rigid and still at the question. He’d walked straight into that one, with lining out the truth, with partaking in veracity, and the incantations froze mid-air. But Deimos refused to sink, like he’d done so many god damned times before; a quiet murmur leaving and nothing more. “We were married.” The were the biggest indicator that it was no more.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
