DEIMOS
Unaware of just how deeply connections were lain and sewn, he remained in his crouch, studying, examining, as explanations rambled through. Atlas, Ru on the sands, a series of gestures from the Valkyrie, striving to protect and salvage, after characteristic cataclysms. “That sounds like Ru.” Before everything else forged along and fell apart too – and there was some bitter little sigh trapped in his chest; for so many rancorous edges, losses, and failures. “Thank you for trying,” Complications and devastations, so many nooses and snares made from one damned fire – and hopefully it’d be the last guildhouse he’d send up in flames. The last time Sunjata would ruin platitudes. The last time vengeance would have to be so complex. But maybe he knew better too.
His head did raise up in surprise – quick and swift, evidence presided and provided with the widening of his eyes, at her declaration. He tilted his skull a fraction, as if attempting to see through a margin he couldn’t quite fathom (a machination, a calculation), because it had been a rare occurrence for him to ever be forgiven. Blunder after blunder, flaw after flaw, stumbling and fumbling his way through lifetimes and legions – and still, he hadn’t expected so rapid an alteration. “I will vow it. I have no ill will towards Torchline.” A pause, and he found it even stranger that he continued to express gratitude towards someone he barely knew. “Thank you again.”
The information about Aurelia was puzzling though, and he arched a brow. “You have not heard from her at all?” From what he’d known and understood about the former smuggler, turned Arbiter, turned Queen, she’d had a heavy hand towards justice. It seemed unlikely she’d leave her post.
Deimos only rose once more, Belial still coiled in his grasp, when the stone flickered towards flames and light. He listened as the thud bounded and echoed off the walls, piercing gaze intent on the outer reaches, when another sound motioned through. His eyes narrowed, and the peryton began to bellow; cast off warnings. “Something is coming,” and he didn’t lessen the beams of flame, simply watching, waiting, and delivering that signal edge of caution; in case the Nightshade’s curiosity ended abruptly.
His head did raise up in surprise – quick and swift, evidence presided and provided with the widening of his eyes, at her declaration. He tilted his skull a fraction, as if attempting to see through a margin he couldn’t quite fathom (a machination, a calculation), because it had been a rare occurrence for him to ever be forgiven. Blunder after blunder, flaw after flaw, stumbling and fumbling his way through lifetimes and legions – and still, he hadn’t expected so rapid an alteration. “I will vow it. I have no ill will towards Torchline.” A pause, and he found it even stranger that he continued to express gratitude towards someone he barely knew. “Thank you again.”
The information about Aurelia was puzzling though, and he arched a brow. “You have not heard from her at all?” From what he’d known and understood about the former smuggler, turned Arbiter, turned Queen, she’d had a heavy hand towards justice. It seemed unlikely she’d leave her post.
Deimos only rose once more, Belial still coiled in his grasp, when the stone flickered towards flames and light. He listened as the thud bounded and echoed off the walls, piercing gaze intent on the outer reaches, when another sound motioned through. His eyes narrowed, and the peryton began to bellow; cast off warnings. “Something is coming,” and he didn’t lessen the beams of flame, simply watching, waiting, and delivering that signal edge of caution; in case the Nightshade’s curiosity ended abruptly.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
