Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
He waited; ever patient, ever steady, ever a rock and stone. The plumes curled and contorted again without the aftermath of his water incantations contorting over their filaments, or the healing presses of Ru’s wake lulling through. Normalcy, quiet and subdued, their enchantments measured only by brief inklings and sparks of light, cast in vague nuances before floating along.
A smile formed in the corner of his mouth again as the Attuned bond relayed everything perfectly – contentment and ease, calm, composed, leisurely strolls under shadowed brambles and boughs, a world of raised heads and eyes to the sky, rather than bowed and broken.
Another cleansing, in some way.
“Good,” he surmised, before they departed, their work complete.
{FIN <3}
A smile formed in the corner of his mouth again as the Attuned bond relayed everything perfectly – contentment and ease, calm, composed, leisurely strolls under shadowed brambles and boughs, a world of raised heads and eyes to the sky, rather than bowed and broken.
Another cleansing, in some way.
“Good,” he surmised, before they departed, their work complete.
{FIN <3}
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
