The skies are black with lead-filled rain
a morbid painting on display
a morbid painting on display
Though she will never presume he will be happy with her decision to return to Sunjata, it's nice to be able to talk about the situation vaguely, to wear her happiness like oil upon her brow and not be shunned for it. Disagreeing with Deimos has always been a particularly difficult thing to experience. He means more to her than almost everything in the world after all.
His sincerity is appreciated, and it makes her glow a little from within, something more solid and confident than the mirthful angle she'd taken when saying the words herself. "Gods willing I will continue to be," she murmurs, letting it be both prayer and response. Though she attributes her successes and her resiliency to herself alone, faith has taken her farther than she has ever expected in her years.
Deimos' smile only makes her warmer, and if the sun were not sinking she'd be half-sick with fever by now from all these emotions paired with their desert backdrop. "A perfect middle ground of privacy and partying," she praises, smug that she will be present for both in ways few others will be. And - because she is both incorrigible and sincerely curious - she turns a raised brow his way. "Will you be considering children?" It's not her business per se, but if she is to have any nieces or nephews in the future she'd like to be prepared (and overeager).
His sincerity is appreciated, and it makes her glow a little from within, something more solid and confident than the mirthful angle she'd taken when saying the words herself. "Gods willing I will continue to be," she murmurs, letting it be both prayer and response. Though she attributes her successes and her resiliency to herself alone, faith has taken her farther than she has ever expected in her years.
Deimos' smile only makes her warmer, and if the sun were not sinking she'd be half-sick with fever by now from all these emotions paired with their desert backdrop. "A perfect middle ground of privacy and partying," she praises, smug that she will be present for both in ways few others will be. And - because she is both incorrigible and sincerely curious - she turns a raised brow his way. "Will you be considering children?" It's not her business per se, but if she is to have any nieces or nephews in the future she'd like to be prepared (and overeager).
This is the night that young love died
Buried at each others sides
Buried at each others sides
