DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Belial wasn’t entirely certain if he wanted to play or yearned to show some manner of dominance. A peculiar proclivity, as he’d always been a bit of an arrogant fiend when it came to other individuals in the sky – hence Deimos’ warning continuing to vibrate through. It was enough to stave off the worst of possibilities, but he sneered at the ring of smoke, and moved further down the arches of the building.
Deimos focused on the sovereign, however, tilting his head vaguely and placing the paintbrush down into the container of water nearby. “Things are well.” Quiet, for the most part, unaware of what the pending days were going to bring. Or what the next piece of news would spring forth.
The news made his eyes narrow and jaw clench. For a moment he grew very still, like a predator considering its options, before his piercing gaze flickered back to Maeve. “We all know that is a farce.” He took a breath, weighing out probabilities and possibilities, conforming back into soldier calculations. “I may be leaving Torchline sooner then, if we are to be making moves.” A warning for her, perhaps, to not be surprised if the guild was vacant in the near future. “Thank you for telling me. Where does Torchline stand in all of this?” He could hazard a guess – but the confirmation would be enough.
Deimos focused on the sovereign, however, tilting his head vaguely and placing the paintbrush down into the container of water nearby. “Things are well.” Quiet, for the most part, unaware of what the pending days were going to bring. Or what the next piece of news would spring forth.
The news made his eyes narrow and jaw clench. For a moment he grew very still, like a predator considering its options, before his piercing gaze flickered back to Maeve. “We all know that is a farce.” He took a breath, weighing out probabilities and possibilities, conforming back into soldier calculations. “I may be leaving Torchline sooner then, if we are to be making moves.” A warning for her, perhaps, to not be surprised if the guild was vacant in the near future. “Thank you for telling me. Where does Torchline stand in all of this?” He could hazard a guess – but the confirmation would be enough.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
