Deimos
He didn’t shake the petals from his hair or remove her hand from his; coming in together to the swell of song and dance, jubilation and merriment, was enough of an overwhelming fixture that he could only snort, then laugh. Evie’s announcement rang throughout without needing a word from him, and he kept her tucked along his side as they wove along people, nodding his head, cheeks flushed, whirlwind notions curling through his mind. “Thank you,” he proclaimed after her, already wondering how long it would take for him to be overwhelmed and yearn to fade into the vastness of their evening.
Ordinarily he’d seek out Kiada or Ru for some sort of comforting balance between footholds of others; solidarity in family, but for now they’d rest on the stirring of music, intentionally pressing footholds across towards the snack table, the trepidation of nerves no longer at war within, and the famished sentiments had begun to settle. “Food first,” he insisted, a joke of a whisper in her ear, which she probably expected. Snagging at a flute of champagne for each of them, a starter, he passed one over to the Evergreen while he gathered plates for them.
Ordinarily he’d seek out Kiada or Ru for some sort of comforting balance between footholds of others; solidarity in family, but for now they’d rest on the stirring of music, intentionally pressing footholds across towards the snack table, the trepidation of nerves no longer at war within, and the famished sentiments had begun to settle. “Food first,” he insisted, a joke of a whisper in her ear, which she probably expected. Snagging at a flute of champagne for each of them, a starter, he passed one over to the Evergreen while he gathered plates for them.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
