I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He’d only closed the aperture for half a moment, merely to ensure they still lined up appropriately. Studying them for a moment, he sighed, pondering if there was some other portion warping the paneling.
Belial had seen the approaching stranger – though instead of rampaging downward and being outwardly obnoxious, he simply centered himself into stillness, disappearing along the edges of the walls. Zuriel, with her level of sovereign esteem, flicked an ear, and then persisted in searching for some wayward grass growing along edges. Likewise, Deimos could hear the steps within snow, but occupied with gate repairs, presumed it’d be another citizen walking by. Returning to his full height, he intended to nod at the passerby and then continue.
Except he didn’t recognize this person at all, and the necessity of passing through emerged. His eyes narrowed for a moment, a very brief round of speculation immersing within his mind. “Apologies,” came on his residual rumble, before unfurling a round of Air incantations. The gate hastened under the sudden, contorted and controlled, burst of wind, swinging wide. Not without a squeak of its hinges, which forced another long exhale through his lungs.
Belial had seen the approaching stranger – though instead of rampaging downward and being outwardly obnoxious, he simply centered himself into stillness, disappearing along the edges of the walls. Zuriel, with her level of sovereign esteem, flicked an ear, and then persisted in searching for some wayward grass growing along edges. Likewise, Deimos could hear the steps within snow, but occupied with gate repairs, presumed it’d be another citizen walking by. Returning to his full height, he intended to nod at the passerby and then continue.
Except he didn’t recognize this person at all, and the necessity of passing through emerged. His eyes narrowed for a moment, a very brief round of speculation immersing within his mind. “Apologies,” came on his residual rumble, before unfurling a round of Air incantations. The gate hastened under the sudden, contorted and controlled, burst of wind, swinging wide. Not without a squeak of its hinges, which forced another long exhale through his lungs.
DEIMOS
