Deimos
Neron could have his lies all he wanted – Deimos wondered if he ever uttered the truth at all, as the warmth pulsed from the amulet against his chest. He audibly snorted at the insinuation, only nodding his head in Noah’s direction as the Warden came over; pondering whose patience would win out. Calm, composed, dignified, Deimos remained just as he was, reticent, stoic, and unyielding. “Then where were you when Morgan passed?” When all the controversy was roaming around? When investigations were handled? If they’d been so close? So near and dear to one another?
He’d let the Sentinel have the explanations over how elections were run. Considering how painful his last interaction had been with Kiada, the Sword could lend the parameters and details there. “No Ascended have been asked to leave. She left of her own volition, and went to the Grounds.”
He’d let the Sentinel have the explanations over how elections were run. Considering how painful his last interaction had been with Kiada, the Sword could lend the parameters and details there. “No Ascended have been asked to leave. She left of her own volition, and went to the Grounds.”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
