Deimos
No time for those nuances it seemed, and any of the vulnerability brimmed and quelled away for the state of other notions. He tucked the barrage of emotions away, staring out over the vast world again, alight and renewed with the press of the autumn sun, listening all the while to the way the realm had played out around them once more.
Cian, a man he’d heard miniscule measures about, gone and dead, Wessex looting, taking something with the knowledge and sagacity of far too much. Something like apprehension and dread started in the pit of his stomach, for the sentences to follow, for the things they’d already seen and been put against. For what was to come – and more specifically, what might spell and spill out for Halo. So she could simply come here at any time, and wreak havoc again. His jaw feathered, teeth tightly clenched, not daring to glance back at the Citadel itself yet.
He didn’t expect the other statement to follow. Maybe it’d been too much time. Maybe he’d been too foolish. Maybe the past mistakes, no matter how much he’d tried to amend them, had come back to haunt him. So it was with widened eyes, and then some muffled laugh, that he nodded. It could’ve been relief too. The ability to snag and contort over something he’d worked so hard to achieve all over again. Of course. Only then, did he chance and spare another look at the world behind them – sworn to protect and uphold. There is much to be done.
Cian, a man he’d heard miniscule measures about, gone and dead, Wessex looting, taking something with the knowledge and sagacity of far too much. Something like apprehension and dread started in the pit of his stomach, for the sentences to follow, for the things they’d already seen and been put against. For what was to come – and more specifically, what might spell and spill out for Halo. So she could simply come here at any time, and wreak havoc again. His jaw feathered, teeth tightly clenched, not daring to glance back at the Citadel itself yet.
He didn’t expect the other statement to follow. Maybe it’d been too much time. Maybe he’d been too foolish. Maybe the past mistakes, no matter how much he’d tried to amend them, had come back to haunt him. So it was with widened eyes, and then some muffled laugh, that he nodded. It could’ve been relief too. The ability to snag and contort over something he’d worked so hard to achieve all over again. Of course. Only then, did he chance and spare another look at the world behind them – sworn to protect and uphold. There is much to be done.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
