remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Acceptance of the inevitable was sometimes a harsh notion to take – and he had to swallow a multitude of rancorous convictions threatening to brim and burst over. His anger wouldn’t have done any good, wouldn’t have maneuvered things along, wouldn’t have countered with anything other than her tempestuous edges either. And that wasn’t how he wanted them to eventually part – irritated and annoyed, vexed and irate, neither one capable of changing these tides. He could bristle all he craved; but it wouldn’t go any further than the steel trap of his ribs, the nefarious void of his heart.He watched her stance alter, the arrow fly, landing in a better position along the target. The Sword nodded, scraping over other particulars. “Relax your bow shoulder, and do not straighten out your arm entirely. There should be a slight bend.” Another demonstration followed, where his body took hold of the anthems and reciprocated their efforts, something comforting, distracting, in applying the efforts. As if the midst, the thought, of battle could do something more.
Deimos notched again, pulled back the strand, breathed, pulsed, presided in his illustrious haze, and then released. His eyes must have not been on the target enough – distracted – and the armament veered off right below the first. He narrowed his eyes, but continued not to let the frustration exude. Wouldn’t be worth it. Just needed more practice. More precision. More, more, more.
Kiada’s answers were enough to deter for a moment, though he still didn’t press his focus on her, merely going to retrieve his arrow. “You are free to take anything from the armory. And if you have need of something I can make -,” a shrug to follow, the offer there; as it always was.
out for vengeance
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