R'lyeh Bound

“I wouldn’t be asking if I did,” he huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. All this time and he was still not closer to figuring out why he was immortal. He thought perhaps the answer to one’s immortality could too serve true for another’s, but apparently all hope was lost. 

“What I would give to be dead. Truly. To be able to rest.” 

Oh, he knew that feeling all too well; never being able to truly rest. To walk and walk - never dying. Never ceasing to exist. Got close a few times, but never had the opportunity to actually get there - maybe one day.... maybe.

he laughed, hollowly, inhuman teeth flashing. what had he heard? a good deal of things. he didn’t like any of them. “to start?” should he kill you or have a cup of coffee? immortality brought many a dilemma. “you’re on the wrong fucking side is the biggest one.”

caught SLACKING

LACK VISION    !?     damn his humility    ;    the seraph laughed loudly    ,    scornfully    .    “and you’re a fool   ,”    abdiel answered sharply   .   “i can see it now   ,    hundreds of years gone by   ,    having gone by   ,    you content yourself the same    .    or discarded like an out of season toy   .     ENJOY        .         i certainly will       .”

one fear u say

oh shit.

“If you must then you must.”  A little peeved her attempt to gain more information, none of it showed on her expression or revealed itself in her voice as she smiled at her friend.  It hurt to try to deceive him so, manipulate him into sharing more than he intended about his plans, but she was curious.  More so, she needed more from him to guarantee her cooperation in his plans.  If she did not believe they would aid the cause of the disagreeing colonists, was it something she should be apart of?

“But I cannot help you if I do not know how, Aaron…  Or why.  Once you can trust me with such information, and only then, will I aid your cause.” 

If only things were that simple; must vs wanted was always on the line. The time was coming again ( this time he wouldn’t fail ) and he’d have to do it, but the question was how long? How long would his Master allow him to live? How many failures until he was replaced? He didn’t know.

He didn’t want to know.

“I don’t have a choice - not anymore.” Oh, he did, he always had a choice, but... how could he explain it? The realm of madness he lived in would destroy most people and yet the least that Aaron could do was explain it to her ( even in small terms ).

Stung by this betrayal, a revelation that vexed the fallen god in a way few matters did, Odinson’s expression soured at the mention of vices, well aware that he had acquired a few himself in recent months. He wasn’t sure which was worse to believe; that Aaron’s words waxed with truth or that he dared to suggest he retreat. 

All he knew was how to further sully the situation for himself. 

Uru hand moves to the front of the man’s clothes, hoisting him aloft with little effort. “Aye, I should return home, but not without bestowing upon thee a righteous and deliberate trouncing!”

betryal’s came like bread and butter. easy to obtain, but sometimes difficult to understand - even as he was hoisted up by the other. it didn’t matter the reasons to why, what aaron was doing was unforgivable by all parts, but did it matter? no, it did not - didn’t mean it was going to stop him either.

this was a setback. pure and simple  - one he’d recover from, but first? he had to do what he did best.