DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
“I would merely question your taste,” was made in a teasing facet, nose wrinkling in her direction as he slid the thread along the floor. Eventually though, he relinquished it for the youth to successfully hunt and maul, intrepid kicking and swindling, an earned relish and satisfaction of sufficient torture.
He grew partial to stillness though as a name trial began, albeit briefly, for he didn’t want any of his actions to disrupt portions of the bond. Though likely already solidified from moments of shared introspections and emotions, the tethers still had to be aligned, and he was a calm presence, an arched brow, a monolithic figure, as kitten paws maneuvered across the kitchen floor, bites and purrs signaling contentment with either fish, title, or both.
The notions permitted another snort to volley through his form. “Should be content for a while then,” and then extending his attentions back to her, his head tilted in that vague, residual sense of ease. “How are you?”
He grew partial to stillness though as a name trial began, albeit briefly, for he didn’t want any of his actions to disrupt portions of the bond. Though likely already solidified from moments of shared introspections and emotions, the tethers still had to be aligned, and he was a calm presence, an arched brow, a monolithic figure, as kitten paws maneuvered across the kitchen floor, bites and purrs signaling contentment with either fish, title, or both.
The notions permitted another snort to volley through his form. “Should be content for a while then,” and then extending his attentions back to her, his head tilted in that vague, residual sense of ease. “How are you?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
