remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The Sword didn’t notch another arrow, tucking the bow beside his long legs, angling it so it rested against furs, while she contemplated, while he waited. More keen observations followed, but she’d seemed to have adhered to the advice already given, and the motions were suitable for now. Whether or not they’d take hold within the darkest of nights was something else entirely – never quite certain what was out there, save for death and destruction, demolition and disaster.He would’ve volunteered to take her place, had it been permitted.
But instead, they faced the same challenges as before, with far more at stake than Ru’in’s soul. “You know I do not,” came across on a rumble, brow furrowing, something bothering him in the back of his mind. Maybe it was the constant giving, and none of it mattering. That this was the only thing he could do. He had no other name for it.
His jaw clenched, and he said no more. Instead, his concentration curled and coiled, hands inches apart, coming to segment before his chest, as the creation magic intermingled in his veins, called to the forefront. Eager and obliging, the gilded armaments cast their glow across his palms as they always had, a sheen of incantations and enchantments fusing together, others compelled to join on strands of complexity and deliverance. Between the calloused fingers and the weight of worlds, an orb began to form, plain and unassuming, no need for ornamentation and adornments when it wouldn’t be made to last. Eventually, its pale ivory emblem conceded in his hands, a string tied to one end, for her to wear beneath layers, for her to call upon when situation required it.
Only then did his gaze segment back to her, across the void of stones and columns. “What magic do you want within?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
