DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Perhaps none of them had – but it’d been a bitter, rancorous road walked, with layers once so eagerly, contentedly achieved, stripped away, denied, gone. There were dozens of parameters tucked away in those designs. Aurelia could’ve left Atlas alone, and put portions of the fire out. Then she wouldn’t have been chased down by a rampaging Valkyrie. He could’ve refused Ru, as he should’ve done had he not been so enraged with the machinations of the world, tired of being doormats for those who seemingly had no consequences rendered for all the hurt they’d caused. And the center of all of it could’ve simply listened to him the first time, when he’d told her Sunjata didn’t deserve her trust, her tears, her emotions.
He turned his feline head back towards her for an instant, still adamant on the front of Atlas. The creature itself did not deserve it. Whether or not it was Hotaru’s arrogance, the unicorn had done what he’d been told to do. You could have extinguished the blaze. But for beings so consumed by the inferno, they’d left the empty building to linger in the smoke and ash. His eyes twisted back towards the falls, a deeper breath surging in his lungs, released out into the mist. Vengeance. You know it was for revenge.
But this world was different than Helovia; and their tactics had scorched back tenfold, instead of spurning effective measures onward. The rumble in response was a solemn, quiet one, piercing gaze flickering to bits of fog and haze, suddenly wishing he was ensconced in it. And no, pausing before she could even ask. It was not worth it. The Flood and all his antics, all his lies, all his deceit, never had been.
He turned his feline head back towards her for an instant, still adamant on the front of Atlas. The creature itself did not deserve it. Whether or not it was Hotaru’s arrogance, the unicorn had done what he’d been told to do. You could have extinguished the blaze. But for beings so consumed by the inferno, they’d left the empty building to linger in the smoke and ash. His eyes twisted back towards the falls, a deeper breath surging in his lungs, released out into the mist. Vengeance. You know it was for revenge.
But this world was different than Helovia; and their tactics had scorched back tenfold, instead of spurning effective measures onward. The rumble in response was a solemn, quiet one, piercing gaze flickering to bits of fog and haze, suddenly wishing he was ensconced in it. And no, pausing before she could even ask. It was not worth it. The Flood and all his antics, all his lies, all his deceit, never had been.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
