all that and more

Deimos The kicking of her rock merely inspired him to grab hold of one by his feet – a smoother conjecture, playing with it between calloused fingers while he mused and thought. Good friends was something he’d found hard to come by before – because loss defined him in the same way war, machinations, and reticence sculpted and carved over his entity. He’d had them, and lost them, and grieved them, and then were nothing left. Helovia hadn’t prospered many, save for the ones who’d managed to immerse themselves right here, all over again, and Caido kept surprising him with intervals of those who tolerated the quieter statures, the ones who strived to protect and shield without a word. A light laugh followed, entangled with a barely-there grin, but existing just the same. “Then it would still be worth it.” Then he tossed his rock, watching as it did three skips across the bright hues and rainbow essences, before dropping into the steaming pool. Another chuckle infused at her comments and descriptions; recalling other days, other moments, where Fiat Lux wasn’t such a haunting memory. “Careful. We know what dancing could lead to.” An arch to his brow and a wrinkle to his nose, utterly juvenile again, before grabbing hold of another stone and sending it along the threshold once more. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime