DEIMOS
He watched the transformation of her features carefully, pondering if he’d overstepped sentiments, if the pointed juncture had been too much, or if neither of them were ready for such direct conversation. Ordinarily, he might’ve laughed at prompting the flush in her cheeks, but instead, he merely listened – at the way it wasn’t required, at the terms of commitment. He wasn’t surprised when the notions were volleyed back at him in return, and then he had to wade through his own thoughts and notions; because he’d attempted before, failed utterly, and had often wondered where he’d errored so grievously. If he’d be willing to strive once more.
But there they were, together, and maybe that said enough.
“I would not mind trying again,” the Sword started, staring straight ahead as he gathered all the machinations rummaging through his mind. Not because of parties or celebrations, but stability in their dedication and devotion – maybe even this was backwards thinking, considering how quickly his and Amalia’s had seemingly dissolved. Or progress, continually willing to place his heart on the line. “Perhaps not a requirement, but something I find meaning in nonetheless,” and he permitted the crooked grin to reappear, facing her thereafter. “My parents were not married, and I do not think I would wish the uncertainty and insecurity on children.” For as much as he’d loved them – his father had made some choices, and his mother the same.
Leaving that in the air for now, with a long breath, he watched Belial slide off into another portion of air, ducking below a branch, as if to evade the stupidity of his last near-encounter. “And not overly large.”
But there they were, together, and maybe that said enough.
“I would not mind trying again,” the Sword started, staring straight ahead as he gathered all the machinations rummaging through his mind. Not because of parties or celebrations, but stability in their dedication and devotion – maybe even this was backwards thinking, considering how quickly his and Amalia’s had seemingly dissolved. Or progress, continually willing to place his heart on the line. “Perhaps not a requirement, but something I find meaning in nonetheless,” and he permitted the crooked grin to reappear, facing her thereafter. “My parents were not married, and I do not think I would wish the uncertainty and insecurity on children.” For as much as he’d loved them – his father had made some choices, and his mother the same.
Leaving that in the air for now, with a long breath, he watched Belial slide off into another portion of air, ducking below a branch, as if to evade the stupidity of his last near-encounter. “And not overly large.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
