DEIMOS
He nodded in accord and agreement, the matter settled. The rest would depend on Noah’s actions, and perhaps Danta’s too, if things were to continue in peaceful form, rather than antagonistic quandaries. “I will send word or meet with Danta as well,” and potentially go about things face to face, rather than the back and forth layers between missives.
Thereafter though, the entire notions of the Forsaken’s actions took an immediate turn, tossed aside for an instant while Evie seemed to be contemplating something. His eyes took in the flushed cheeks, the brightening stare, wondering if she was becoming ill or if this was some new-fangled game he’d yet to further contemplate –
Before her announcement had his eyes widening and mind stopping short. The calculations ended and the only thing left was the widened, wholesome grin encompassed across his mouth. “Truly?” Perhaps a rhetorical notion; no sooner had she confessed then he’d taken her into his arms, a gentle but swift lift, pressing her wholly into his chest, permitting a round of laughter to follow through. The wall was forgotten too – he could hear Belial chirping from behind and hear the soft snort of Zuriel elsewhere – saving all the distinctions for his heart pounding and the matter of elation crossing into his chest. They’d planned and discussed this well beforehand, but the reality of it all, even amidst some spiraling circumstances surrounding them, uplifted and careened into his spirits.
He spun her a little, ignoring the slight flicker of tears in his eyes and the wet laughter coursing through his ribcage; the overwhelming amount of happiness nourishing its way through his frame and half-wondering how he’d been so fortunate after all these damned years. Eventually though, he settled her back upon the surface of the Halovian snow, lips on her brow, hordes of questions on his tongue. “Are you all right? Do you need anything? How far along?”
Thereafter though, the entire notions of the Forsaken’s actions took an immediate turn, tossed aside for an instant while Evie seemed to be contemplating something. His eyes took in the flushed cheeks, the brightening stare, wondering if she was becoming ill or if this was some new-fangled game he’d yet to further contemplate –
Before her announcement had his eyes widening and mind stopping short. The calculations ended and the only thing left was the widened, wholesome grin encompassed across his mouth. “Truly?” Perhaps a rhetorical notion; no sooner had she confessed then he’d taken her into his arms, a gentle but swift lift, pressing her wholly into his chest, permitting a round of laughter to follow through. The wall was forgotten too – he could hear Belial chirping from behind and hear the soft snort of Zuriel elsewhere – saving all the distinctions for his heart pounding and the matter of elation crossing into his chest. They’d planned and discussed this well beforehand, but the reality of it all, even amidst some spiraling circumstances surrounding them, uplifted and careened into his spirits.
He spun her a little, ignoring the slight flicker of tears in his eyes and the wet laughter coursing through his ribcage; the overwhelming amount of happiness nourishing its way through his frame and half-wondering how he’d been so fortunate after all these damned years. Eventually though, he settled her back upon the surface of the Halovian snow, lips on her brow, hordes of questions on his tongue. “Are you all right? Do you need anything? How far along?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
