Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Always scrutinizing, ensuring her safety and comfort (as best he could, under the circumstances), he smiled as she seemed to ease into the wake of the surf and swell. Maybe the water supported her more, gave over its strength and lent a buoyant compromise. He waited for her answer regardless, keeping her close and tucked within range, eager to unfurl and unravel and keep them shielded and secure.
When magic was the answer, he grinned. Even more so when the other statement lingered, and he gave a snort. “I will keep your secret,” with a wrinkle to his nose; for he harbored many. She had some of his too. A fair trade, for all their confidences and compassion.
From there, his creation wrapped around them – Air mingling within a bubble proportion, justifying all they needed for when they dove into the depths, and allowing for them to continue conversations – because undoubtedly there’d be multitudes to see and discuss. “Ready?” He inquired, in case she wanted to linger near the surface – but when she declared it opportune, he dove down, keeping the threads of enchantments glowing, tangible and bright.
When magic was the answer, he grinned. Even more so when the other statement lingered, and he gave a snort. “I will keep your secret,” with a wrinkle to his nose; for he harbored many. She had some of his too. A fair trade, for all their confidences and compassion.
From there, his creation wrapped around them – Air mingling within a bubble proportion, justifying all they needed for when they dove into the depths, and allowing for them to continue conversations – because undoubtedly there’d be multitudes to see and discuss. “Ready?” He inquired, in case she wanted to linger near the surface – but when she declared it opportune, he dove down, keeping the threads of enchantments glowing, tangible and bright.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
