DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Given the response, the nuances, and everything enfolding around them, the Sword could surmise he might’ve been just as surprised. He’d known Noah to be affiliated with the nature side of Frey, and though life was a tenuous thing, Amalia’s ambitions and aspirations towards the sanction had always been crystal clear. “Perhaps you had some qualities worthy of his attention,” and he eased a little grin, as if meaning to tease, rather than layer into the quandaries too closely. It would be up to the Sentinel whether or not to ask the deity forthrightly about why he was chosen, and everything else lacquered and sticking to the motions.
Eventually finding the cream at the bottom of the bag, he eased the lid off the jar, tilting his head, listening to the proclamation. “The one from before? To protect Halo?” They’d discussed it somewhat along the evening of poor choices and decisions made by Deimos – after losing everything he’d worked for. To what end would it snag now, considering the state of affairs with the mountains and their ongoing machinations?
Eventually finding the cream at the bottom of the bag, he eased the lid off the jar, tilting his head, listening to the proclamation. “The one from before? To protect Halo?” They’d discussed it somewhat along the evening of poor choices and decisions made by Deimos – after losing everything he’d worked for. To what end would it snag now, considering the state of affairs with the mountains and their ongoing machinations?
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
