[A similar thought had crossed his own mind. Just what kind of power ruled this place that it could pull a god under its thumb? His eyes dip, half-lidded in brief thought, his lips pressed together in a thin line.]
Surreal. That is a word for it.
[Not a word he would use. He has more acerbic terms in mind.
He looks up again then and though he doesn't smile, there's a brief flicker of kindness in his expression.]
no subject
Surreal. That is a word for it.
[Not a word he would use. He has more acerbic terms in mind.
He looks up again then and though he doesn't smile, there's a brief flicker of kindness in his expression.]
I am not someone to be feared. Here least of all.