Soleil
When the silence isn't quiet
And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
She swallows thickly, his sympathy a burn that both heals and agonizes further. Her father is her everything, but Deimos has always been the closest secondary, a closeness that is distinctly familial even when propriety might decree she shouldn't feel that way about their Warden. But she has to cling to her spear to avoid throwing it away and throwing herself into his arms like a much younger version of herself. And it feels like it's getting hard to breathe
Her eyes are a little glassy as he moves into position from trying to stuff those feelings down. The anger burns right behind it - anger at herself. And as she hurls her spear right for center-mass, she scarcely sees it go, and her throat echoes a strained noise of torturous fury without her meaning to. How can he be so kind? She doesn't deserve it.
I know you feel like dying
But I promise we'll bring the world to its feet
But I promise we'll bring the world to its feet
