DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
From where Gideon likely couldn’t see, Deimos’ eyes narrowed at the reply. He’d never been much of a neutral source – eternally bound one way or another in the wakes and vestiges he’d come across. But he knew some didn’t find themselves pulled in either direction. He knew some spurned and shirked. He knew some melded and molded into the way of bystander, rather than placing themselves upon the line. Whether or not it was unfortunate seemed to bind against his ribs a little; for wouldn’t they need to be protected and defended too, just the same? “I see,” he murmured quietly, uncertain where else to place his thoughts amongst the eaves.
Zuriel glided along barely-lined pathways, where bramble and vine had been broken only by a few travelers, winding their way towards the sea. The Sword tilted his head as they walked, listening to Gideon’s reply – gaze widening a fraction as he fought to muffle down what might’ve been a harsh bark of laughter. "A sermon against Ascended?" A presumption, given the priest's already vocal standpoints. “Were your remarks inflammatory?” Torchline took care of its own; he’d seen that several times over.
Zuriel glided along barely-lined pathways, where bramble and vine had been broken only by a few travelers, winding their way towards the sea. The Sword tilted his head as they walked, listening to Gideon’s reply – gaze widening a fraction as he fought to muffle down what might’ve been a harsh bark of laughter. "A sermon against Ascended?" A presumption, given the priest's already vocal standpoints. “Were your remarks inflammatory?” Torchline took care of its own; he’d seen that several times over.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
