death, you bring death and destruction to all that you touch
There’d been several prospective pilots; some new, inexperienced, yearning and eager to strive for the skies, others already skilled from working Torchline or Greatwood portions. Interviews had been successful, the Sword had learned some nature of notions of his own accord (as his preference had simply always been to fly on his own), and he annotated a lengthy bout of notes for further consultation with Evie, when he heard the knock on the door.
And began to quickly align every wall he’d ever constructed.
Piece by piece, enamel by enamel, lacquer by lacquer, until he was a part of stone and reticence, a furtive balance of stoicism and quiet, arched detachment, over feral properties and possibilities. A marked set of indifferent brows, where perhaps only the piercing nature of his gaze might have betrayed anything at all – and even then, it was a hushed foreboding. “Yes,” he answered, raising his head from his desk in a singular clench of his jaw, settling his bones into incoming impassivity, waiting for the courier to appear, and giving him nothing more than the blank slate of his stare.
And began to quickly align every wall he’d ever constructed.
Piece by piece, enamel by enamel, lacquer by lacquer, until he was a part of stone and reticence, a furtive balance of stoicism and quiet, arched detachment, over feral properties and possibilities. A marked set of indifferent brows, where perhaps only the piercing nature of his gaze might have betrayed anything at all – and even then, it was a hushed foreboding. “Yes,” he answered, raising his head from his desk in a singular clench of his jaw, settling his bones into incoming impassivity, waiting for the courier to appear, and giving him nothing more than the blank slate of his stare.
DEIMOS
