DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
“Sicknesses. Experiments that killed people during LongNight.” He nodded along, the modilu flies near him clearly trying to go into a more neutral color, but the hues were furnished into brighter beacons of irritation and frustration. That it had been so widely, and seemingly…accepted for so long baffled him. The Hollowed Grounds might not have had a choice, given their circumstances for three hundred years, but thereafter…there was another wrinkle to his nose that gave away some multitude of rancor. Not all of the deep, burdening rage though.
The blood drinking thing had never been something he found grand either – which was likely why none had ever approached, or asked, him for his incantations, his shifts. He wouldn’t have agreed or relented. “It is a bizarre dependency upon her,” and others, in truth; an act of manipulation on the goddess’s part. For as many had said – without the Voice, the Ascended would be gone. Unable to function.
The blood drinking thing had never been something he found grand either – which was likely why none had ever approached, or asked, him for his incantations, his shifts. He wouldn’t have agreed or relented. “It is a bizarre dependency upon her,” and others, in truth; an act of manipulation on the goddess’s part. For as many had said – without the Voice, the Ascended would be gone. Unable to function.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
