[chandra doesn't flinch when the scythe slashes across her—well, he's never been the kind of person to do something if he thought he might regret it, after. still, it's hard not to feel a streak of a visceral something, given that he's never been fond of turning against his fellow gods even back home, unlike some others whose hands he's died at a few times. fuck indra! fuck agni! fuck surya!
in that regard, uriel's temper is almost like theirs. uncomfortably nostalgic.]
Yes, so you'd better give it your all, Uriel. You didn't want a shameful showing, right?
[voices emerge again, but this time, not only is his own among them, but it starts with a familiar one: zagreus's.
about action and lady uriel. you're going to spend some time with her, is that right?
why would i?
because she enjoys your company? like... you enjoy ours?
you're rather arrogant, aren't you.
gritting his teeth, chandra ignores it and lunges forward. the void that is his shadow follows, almost wrapping itself around him. some of the scenery within it begins to disappear, and with that, uriel might see the look in chandra's eyes change—settling into something emptier, colder.
... all things considered, uriel's own shadow could just end up killing her. but chandra will at least grant her a less disgraceful death, scythe ready to swing again.
shadows swirl upwards, as though to speak into his ear through another voice, this one unfamiliar to most except for anyone who might've seen a memory with a specific god:
did spending time with deities of another world help ease your mourning? that's pretty pathetic, chandra.
you know very well that gods aren't meant to carry that kind of weight.]
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in that regard, uriel's temper is almost like theirs. uncomfortably nostalgic.]
Yes, so you'd better give it your all, Uriel. You didn't want a shameful showing, right?
[voices emerge again, but this time, not only is his own among them, but it starts with a familiar one: zagreus's.
about action and lady uriel. you're going to spend some time with her, is that right?
why would i?
because she enjoys your company? like... you enjoy ours?
you're rather arrogant, aren't you.
gritting his teeth, chandra ignores it and lunges forward. the void that is his shadow follows, almost wrapping itself around him. some of the scenery within it begins to disappear, and with that, uriel might see the look in chandra's eyes change—settling into something emptier, colder.
... all things considered, uriel's own shadow could just end up killing her. but chandra will at least grant her a less disgraceful death, scythe ready to swing again.
shadows swirl upwards, as though to speak into his ear through another voice, this one unfamiliar to most except for anyone who might've seen a memory with a specific god:
did spending time with deities of another world help ease your mourning? that's pretty pathetic, chandra.
you know very well that gods aren't meant to carry that kind of weight.]