Deimos
Not all of them had been made to endure. Sometimes it came with the carving of perseverance into one’s bones, flickering a hot knife over all the unavoidable cataclysms. Sometimes it was learned in the wakes and weights of the world, the strife measured, harsh, grueling, and unruly. Sometimes it was inherent and drawn inward. And sometimes it just spat individuals out, one by one by one.
Sah had caught the brunt of it recently, and for that he could only tilt his head, offer some solace in a furrowed brow and frown. “You had a lot to take on.” But now, with shoulders used to bearing such weight, there were more of them willing, able, and ready to defend the lands they tread upon. “Did anything else come of the investigation?” He marched back over the wooden frame of the inn, and began maneuvering furniture around, drawing a chair closer to the fire.
Only raising his head again at the indication of far better things; though, if Deimos were being honest, multitudes of motions and occurrences that still left the Sword confused. Sah’s children, portalling in from somewhere, managing to find their father, and stay tucked away in Halo. Perhaps wonders never ceased.
Blinking more than once, trying to visibly restore his mind into working order, the ghost of a smile traced its way along his mouth. “So you have better things to concentrate on than all this mess.” And with a nod, he presented it in a far better light. “Congratulations.”
Sah had caught the brunt of it recently, and for that he could only tilt his head, offer some solace in a furrowed brow and frown. “You had a lot to take on.” But now, with shoulders used to bearing such weight, there were more of them willing, able, and ready to defend the lands they tread upon. “Did anything else come of the investigation?” He marched back over the wooden frame of the inn, and began maneuvering furniture around, drawing a chair closer to the fire.
Only raising his head again at the indication of far better things; though, if Deimos were being honest, multitudes of motions and occurrences that still left the Sword confused. Sah’s children, portalling in from somewhere, managing to find their father, and stay tucked away in Halo. Perhaps wonders never ceased.
Blinking more than once, trying to visibly restore his mind into working order, the ghost of a smile traced its way along his mouth. “So you have better things to concentrate on than all this mess.” And with a nod, he presented it in a far better light. “Congratulations.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
