I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The prediction gave him pause; mostly because he hadn’t thought about it in such literal terms before. His eyes widened, tracing away from Zuriel as he opened his palm for her treat, and passing one over to Lily out of habit. “Or one for each deity.” The numbers ran in his head, circulating, calculating; of Safrin’s urgency in Seren finding the one below the Sea of Glass, of all the other parameters and possibilities. One for Ludo, Safrin, Frey, Vi, Rae, Mort, and then the New Gods – the Voice and the Core? “Things they were associated with.” An Ascended had the basilisk form – so had it been of the newer beings? It rang of her experimental procedures, of things like monsters running rampant, of creatures, people tossed aside when everything fell away.
His eyes fell back to Zuriel and her forelock, hands restless to braid it or do something other than stand there. Belial continued to fly along, unbothered, tilting his way into wind and sun. Deimos couldn’t remember what it was like to be so carefree – not with the weights and responsibilities worn so readily along his frame. “I told Noah I wanted to speak to those left in Halo. See if there is anything we can do to sway them. To force another vote.” His gaze lifted, following the peryton’s figure above the murk and grime, placing his center there too, without bogs and revelations. “People cannot be content with Morgan doing nothing.” At least, he couldn’t quite fathom it.
His eyes fell back to Zuriel and her forelock, hands restless to braid it or do something other than stand there. Belial continued to fly along, unbothered, tilting his way into wind and sun. Deimos couldn’t remember what it was like to be so carefree – not with the weights and responsibilities worn so readily along his frame. “I told Noah I wanted to speak to those left in Halo. See if there is anything we can do to sway them. To force another vote.” His gaze lifted, following the peryton’s figure above the murk and grime, placing his center there too, without bogs and revelations. “People cannot be content with Morgan doing nothing.” At least, he couldn’t quite fathom it.
DEIMOS
