DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Hotaru’s forgiveness was a bit more difficult to obtain than his; and though Deimos could be amongst the petty, grudge-holding, embittered lacquer, the Valkyrie had her own brand of resentment and enmity. He also hadn’t lost a companion to another – Belial had been safe in the reaches of elsewhere, spying, and Zuriel hadn’t been on the premises – or that connection to one’s soul. It may be worth trying, he offered, another ambiguous movement of his head, wandering thoughts rumbling through. But I would not be surprised if she spurned the attempt. It was all he could grant her in those parameters. She has lost a lot. Not justifying the measures, for many of them had along the way – people, places, friends, allies, loved ones, all turning and twisting and falling apart at the seams, no matter how hard one tried. Explanation, perhaps, another echo of things the Fireheart may have already heard.
He’d only attempted to gauge her reaction based on him being within the sand of Torchline at all – not to ask for help. He shrugged his shoulders and stifled some form of laugh, placing it amongst his lungs so it rendered into a stifled snort. We should have enough interested. Tend to your own matters. Guilds were not as plentiful as they’d once been, and considering the amount of monsters enveloping the world, he trusted there’d be some yearning to stay and stray within the confines of libraries and dens, or venturing out into the world. She gave me the very building we burned. Which meant he had enough work to do just with that alone.
An arch of a tiger brow at her off-handed comment caused the lightest of inward smirks, enough to justify a low chuckle. I know many. Reticent he might be, but Deimos had found ways to gain and gauge information for a long while; making allies and comrades along the paths. The explanation only differed slightly from what the witch had told him – personal experiences and variations simply because of what Aurelia had seen before piercing her way through bogs. Relics and the usual suspects in regards to snagging at them – refraining from rolling his eyes at the mention of Sunjata’s name. Curiosity, rather than any semblance of judgement, bore his way through emotions and munitions, pondering the state of it all. At the heart of them, all animals yearn to survive. So it wasn’t surprising that her instincts, shifts, had done the same.
Instead of tying off in those mercurial, and possibly rancorous trials, he bent into his inquiries, animal head tilting deeper, watching her once more from the corner of his piercing eyes. Besides all that, how was the desert? I have not ventured that way.
He’d only attempted to gauge her reaction based on him being within the sand of Torchline at all – not to ask for help. He shrugged his shoulders and stifled some form of laugh, placing it amongst his lungs so it rendered into a stifled snort. We should have enough interested. Tend to your own matters. Guilds were not as plentiful as they’d once been, and considering the amount of monsters enveloping the world, he trusted there’d be some yearning to stay and stray within the confines of libraries and dens, or venturing out into the world. She gave me the very building we burned. Which meant he had enough work to do just with that alone.
An arch of a tiger brow at her off-handed comment caused the lightest of inward smirks, enough to justify a low chuckle. I know many. Reticent he might be, but Deimos had found ways to gain and gauge information for a long while; making allies and comrades along the paths. The explanation only differed slightly from what the witch had told him – personal experiences and variations simply because of what Aurelia had seen before piercing her way through bogs. Relics and the usual suspects in regards to snagging at them – refraining from rolling his eyes at the mention of Sunjata’s name. Curiosity, rather than any semblance of judgement, bore his way through emotions and munitions, pondering the state of it all. At the heart of them, all animals yearn to survive. So it wasn’t surprising that her instincts, shifts, had done the same.
Instead of tying off in those mercurial, and possibly rancorous trials, he bent into his inquiries, animal head tilting deeper, watching her once more from the corner of his piercing eyes. Besides all that, how was the desert? I have not ventured that way.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
