DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
There was a harder distinction to his jaw, clenching, and it only seemed to work its way back into normalcy when the man laughed; the Sword arching his brow, fending off some other particulars with a range of possibilities. Deimos did know things were moving onward, and even though there’d been a justification of time, of limitations, there were still some portion to him that wanted to hold onto the repose for as long as possible. Maybe because it seemed so damned fleeting. His voice took on a rumble once more, nodding, releasing a long breath. “And what do you think will happen to those who do not pick a side?” Curiosity, on the realms and reaches of neutrality, on boughs, edges, and boundaries he hadn’t ever pressed. If there was worry, concern, some other fringe pushing the inquiry along, he didn’t mention it – allotting inquisition again for its own sake, as his mind rotated in its complexities.
The following proclamation simply instigated more interest, by the way of being unwelcome in Torchline. He knew those aspects well, though Gideon didn’t seem like an individual to set fire to a spy ring out of vengeance. “This way,” and he hastened Zuriel onward, leading along the intervals as they began to shuffle along paths not strictly familiar, but by intuition’s sake, understanding the directions they faced – the sea beyond. Belial did the same, hooting as he sprung into the air, gleefully extending his wings while Deimos mulled over the intrigue. “Why are you avoiding Torchline?”
The following proclamation simply instigated more interest, by the way of being unwelcome in Torchline. He knew those aspects well, though Gideon didn’t seem like an individual to set fire to a spy ring out of vengeance. “This way,” and he hastened Zuriel onward, leading along the intervals as they began to shuffle along paths not strictly familiar, but by intuition’s sake, understanding the directions they faced – the sea beyond. Belial did the same, hooting as he sprung into the air, gleefully extending his wings while Deimos mulled over the intrigue. “Why are you avoiding Torchline?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
