DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
To Talyson’s point, Deimos’ scowl set firmer in his brows. It’d be an instant coup all over again, and the Sword wouldn’t have been very discontent to go charging in to remove Neron – or to bombard with all the unsettling notions of the Voice intermingling her way further into the mountains’ reaches. But it wasn’t the leaves’ fault that the Hailstorm’s actions had begun to cause more fractures and fault lines into the world – so his stare turned and twisted away.
And another long sigh followed suit. “Agreed. Exile is not enough.” A punishment, a consequence, some rendering – for all of the junctures and horrific casualties Neron had caused. There was always imprisonment, a life in chains, locked away somewhere, until Wessex or someone powerful, potent, came to rescue the fool. Death; swift and sure and certain, would be even more compelling. His piercing gaze landed on the courier though, one of the many victims of the Ascended’s antics, pondering. “How would you see him brought to justice?”
And another long sigh followed suit. “Agreed. Exile is not enough.” A punishment, a consequence, some rendering – for all of the junctures and horrific casualties Neron had caused. There was always imprisonment, a life in chains, locked away somewhere, until Wessex or someone powerful, potent, came to rescue the fool. Death; swift and sure and certain, would be even more compelling. His piercing gaze landed on the courier though, one of the many victims of the Ascended’s antics, pondering. “How would you see him brought to justice?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
