jamie
02-11-2024, 03:32 PM
jamie
Ischia.
He had thought it, but to hear her say it sparks an altogether different memory. A memory not of Evia, but of Beyza. How she had spirited the Fates away and he’d heard tell that they’d landed there.
Ischia, where Beyza had taken up the helm as their leader.
Deiti smiles and the shadow-creature smiles, too. But it is neither fondness nor nostalgia that inspire his smile. No, it is something much darker.
“Ischia,” he echoes, barely there at all, “yes, I’ve heard of it.”
He tilts his head and something flickers in those strange yellow eyes as he considers her. Had Deiti known Beyza? Had she watched the white magician make a home for his daughters there? He doesn’t ask, though, no.
“Never had the pleasure of visiting myself.” He glances down at himself, at the red “V” carved into the pitch flesh of his chest. He has always been a thing made of shadow, Jamie, even after he’d emerged the victor of the last Alliance and been made whole in a way he had never been before, he had clung to those shadows.
“I don’t think I’d much fit in in a place like that,” he muses, grinning still. It is something distant, though. He shifts his focus back to her and asks, “what do you think?”
He had thought it, but to hear her say it sparks an altogether different memory. A memory not of Evia, but of Beyza. How she had spirited the Fates away and he’d heard tell that they’d landed there.
Ischia, where Beyza had taken up the helm as their leader.
Deiti smiles and the shadow-creature smiles, too. But it is neither fondness nor nostalgia that inspire his smile. No, it is something much darker.
“Ischia,” he echoes, barely there at all, “yes, I’ve heard of it.”
He tilts his head and something flickers in those strange yellow eyes as he considers her. Had Deiti known Beyza? Had she watched the white magician make a home for his daughters there? He doesn’t ask, though, no.
“Never had the pleasure of visiting myself.” He glances down at himself, at the red “V” carved into the pitch flesh of his chest. He has always been a thing made of shadow, Jamie, even after he’d emerged the victor of the last Alliance and been made whole in a way he had never been before, he had clung to those shadows.
“I don’t think I’d much fit in in a place like that,” he muses, grinning still. It is something distant, though. He shifts his focus back to her and asks, “what do you think?”
so darkness i became
