DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
There had been days and months and seasons prior where the Sword and Flood hadn’t openly detested one another. Before the dramatics between Hotaru and Sunjata, before bizarre weddings, before betrayal after betrayal. At least now they knew where each properly stood in each other’s esteem; and if he pushed a branch out of his way a little harsher than necessary, so be it. “He bargained for Nate’s safety. Safrin wanted him to prove he could take care of another life. So they had a child together.” The monolith shook his head, a snort uttering through, and not one of amusement. Could’ve easily been a pet of some kind, rather than a child brought into the world just for Sunjata’s poorly devised strategies. “And Nate returned as another demigod for the Voice.” He shrugged his shoulders, the furrow of his brow returning. “And if it is as you say, how would anything have changed?” Or had it merely been too late, with the Voice even further embedded? He didn’t know – his nose wrinkling at the notions.
But his eyes fell on the ground at the last words. He’d yet to make such a statement or inclination; still believing in the likes of those he’d once trusted. Any Ascended that had earned his contempt had been for their actions, and not the way their ichor flowed.
But his eyes fell on the ground at the last words. He’d yet to make such a statement or inclination; still believing in the likes of those he’d once trusted. Any Ascended that had earned his contempt had been for their actions, and not the way their ichor flowed.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
