Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
All right – that one got him – he permitted a round of laughter to slip out, as much as he tried to muffle it against the canvas of dust and dirt and sand, or walled within his chest, as so many other things were. “But then he keeps returning.” Some disturbing version of a ningo, maybe, brought back by mercurial whims and absolute stupidity. How or why Morgan saw anything within the man who’d brought ruin to her home never ceased to amaze the Sword; because Deimos had never seen him as anything more than useless, smarmy, and ineffectual. “He will get his due one day.” The General made no mention of how he’d nearly destroyed the idiot himself; if only because the result was that Neron still lived.
With those threads intact, previously cagey emotions smothered, and the distinct smell of sulfur encroaching on his senses, his attentions meandered to the way the dunes shifted, heading downward, into pools – boiling liquid uncanny and slightly wretched. “We are getting close,” by way of warning, a wrinkle to his nose already beginning to form.
Listening to the quest itself, the necessities didn’t seem too bad, until there was a particular line that might’ve made him chuckle again. Instead, a wry grin lingered along the corners of his mouth, just enough to seem purposefully Cheshire and amused. “Yes. If only you knew someone who could fly.”
With those threads intact, previously cagey emotions smothered, and the distinct smell of sulfur encroaching on his senses, his attentions meandered to the way the dunes shifted, heading downward, into pools – boiling liquid uncanny and slightly wretched. “We are getting close,” by way of warning, a wrinkle to his nose already beginning to form.
Listening to the quest itself, the necessities didn’t seem too bad, until there was a particular line that might’ve made him chuckle again. Instead, a wry grin lingered along the corners of his mouth, just enough to seem purposefully Cheshire and amused. “Yes. If only you knew someone who could fly.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
