DEIMOS
Nightmares were an unfortunate, common place notion for the Sword, no matter how blissful his life was outside of trepidation and terror. An inherent thing, just as easily unrelenting to his mind as magic was to his veins, with too many horrors lanced and laced over the years and lives. This one had felt beyond real – nearly tangible, and the constant glow of the bracelet, now more than ever before, continued to signify the harsh weight of it all settling into his chest.
As soon as Evie stirred he felt worse for it, the apology on his lips as quickly as her hand on his arm. “Sorry,” he murmured, before raising the bracelet before her eyes, as if it would signify explanation enough. But it wouldn’t – and he released another trembling breath before the worst of the apprehension clung to his bones. “Safrin came back, in a dream, but - ,” his nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed, as if trying to continually piece it all back together in the dark. “She was very weak, and she had to use Ronin to say anything at all.” Uncertain if he was making any sense, he pressed his palms to his eyelids, striving to bring clarity. “Said she could not stop them, they were too strong.”
As soon as Evie stirred he felt worse for it, the apology on his lips as quickly as her hand on his arm. “Sorry,” he murmured, before raising the bracelet before her eyes, as if it would signify explanation enough. But it wouldn’t – and he released another trembling breath before the worst of the apprehension clung to his bones. “Safrin came back, in a dream, but - ,” his nose wrinkled and his eyes narrowed, as if trying to continually piece it all back together in the dark. “She was very weak, and she had to use Ronin to say anything at all.” Uncertain if he was making any sense, he pressed his palms to his eyelids, striving to bring clarity. “Said she could not stop them, they were too strong.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
