DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Perhaps it was in the air of Safrin’s manipulation too – a child – to ensure those she marked as her own stayed within that reach. Deimos only knew of Seren as the other daughter, uncertain if there’d been others well before their current mortal times. Power was wielded in many forms, and though he didn’t judge her for those notions, it still left him muddled and perplexed.
Even more so as Gideon suggested the Voice’s Demi-gods weren’t that at all. Just machines; cogs in the works.
Except he’d always seen them as people. His brow furrowed, hand maneuvering a few vines, not snakes this time, out of his height range, alleviating the need to duck. “Some are quite powerful, regardless.” Wessex, especially.
But his last inquiry hadn’t earned any answers – and maybe he hadn’t meant it to – just as confused. His nose wrinkled vaguely, wandering further into the winding path, following after Zuriel’s hooves marking their way along the earth.
Even more so as Gideon suggested the Voice’s Demi-gods weren’t that at all. Just machines; cogs in the works.
Except he’d always seen them as people. His brow furrowed, hand maneuvering a few vines, not snakes this time, out of his height range, alleviating the need to duck. “Some are quite powerful, regardless.” Wessex, especially.
But his last inquiry hadn’t earned any answers – and maybe he hadn’t meant it to – just as confused. His nose wrinkled vaguely, wandering further into the winding path, following after Zuriel’s hooves marking their way along the earth.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
