DEIMOS
It’d been more than that though, beyond the blight’s parameters, feeding into Ascended too. Which always perplexed and baffled him in a way; the inexplicable, the unexplained conduits hastening it all together. The Sword had suspected the Voice’s influence in the disease right from the beginning, due to prior blights, but would she have committed such acts upon her own people? Was it another reflection of things like LongNight? “As far as I am aware, we still do not know the cause.” Unless there’d been other reaches and pulls, segments unspoken. He glanced at the smoke unfurling from some ethers, watching it tilt and lilt, the uncertainty all the more clear in the arch of his brow. “I do not know. Nor what I would say.” Not an individual to burst onto the scene of deities and heralds unless situations called for it; and his latest experiences with seasonal gods left trepidation trailing. “The Mathair tried to eat us.” A shrug of his shoulders followed, along with a melded sigh.
As far as elaboration, he wasn’t certain he could even describe the unsettling accord situated in his soul. Guilt? Knowing what they were doing was right and just, and still feeling it claw down his insides? “Turbulent. Unstable.” He shook his head, pilfering another breath from the world – clear despite the smog and dregs of magma pooling, cooling. “It has been a long time since any of that weighed on me.” Or any part of the world he cherished and strived to protect. “It is unsettling.” Even for a being who’d been pressed into chaos, awakened on bloodshed and vehemence, the tempestuous eaves still pulled and tugged, found their niches in the cracks of walls and rubble.
On whims and restlessness, his enchantments towards fire inclined, listening all the while at the descriptions of scolding, of portals they’d need to watch out for as well. Some of the lava flowed neatly into the air, and then back down again, making a simple arc while the trepidation warred at his bones. “We should have known.” His jaw clenched, frustration curling into his efforts. How many people had used them? How many lives did that make?
The Sword’s gaze shifted away from the stretches of maelstroms and back to her, the notion of being better, of peace feeling so damned foreign. “And we may not have it again for some time.” So they had to make the most out of the wakes – except the notions seemed strained and difficult for the moment. “We all used to have that same resolve. When things were simpler, easier. Now we are not so ignorant, and the more that is revealed…” he paused, brows furrowing again, the lava left to its own devices. “It all becomes more difficult.”
As far as elaboration, he wasn’t certain he could even describe the unsettling accord situated in his soul. Guilt? Knowing what they were doing was right and just, and still feeling it claw down his insides? “Turbulent. Unstable.” He shook his head, pilfering another breath from the world – clear despite the smog and dregs of magma pooling, cooling. “It has been a long time since any of that weighed on me.” Or any part of the world he cherished and strived to protect. “It is unsettling.” Even for a being who’d been pressed into chaos, awakened on bloodshed and vehemence, the tempestuous eaves still pulled and tugged, found their niches in the cracks of walls and rubble.
On whims and restlessness, his enchantments towards fire inclined, listening all the while at the descriptions of scolding, of portals they’d need to watch out for as well. Some of the lava flowed neatly into the air, and then back down again, making a simple arc while the trepidation warred at his bones. “We should have known.” His jaw clenched, frustration curling into his efforts. How many people had used them? How many lives did that make?
The Sword’s gaze shifted away from the stretches of maelstroms and back to her, the notion of being better, of peace feeling so damned foreign. “And we may not have it again for some time.” So they had to make the most out of the wakes – except the notions seemed strained and difficult for the moment. “We all used to have that same resolve. When things were simpler, easier. Now we are not so ignorant, and the more that is revealed…” he paused, brows furrowing again, the lava left to its own devices. “It all becomes more difficult.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
