Deimos
Seasons changed and Halo pressed on; enough to forgo and forget the way the festival had rattled, bent, and chased after filaments and particles he didn’t want to reflect upon. Instead, there were evenings for them and nuances spread beneath a half-etched moon, the glow overhead scattered amidst the stars.
He’d long since planned a comforting ambience in their own backyard – another brazier concocted and created from his incantations, formed and contorted in a coppery bronze, pattern set anew with serrated blades and mountain backdrops. The flames flickered easily, reaching toward the broadening sky, while the tent was outfitted with its own array of lights, wrapped along the edges, snow displaced so that it surrounded and encompassed rather than taking over.
Zuriel contentedly munched her hay from her trough, and Belial had already curled up within a row of blankets he’d placed within the provisional shelter. The Sword, of course, was already gathering sticks for impending s’mores charades, especially thin and bark peeled away – glancing over towards Evie amidst the logs, a smile toying with his features, heart beating swiftly, rumbling voice beginning to outline the antics of yesterdays. “Noah made me hold a baby.”
He’d long since planned a comforting ambience in their own backyard – another brazier concocted and created from his incantations, formed and contorted in a coppery bronze, pattern set anew with serrated blades and mountain backdrops. The flames flickered easily, reaching toward the broadening sky, while the tent was outfitted with its own array of lights, wrapped along the edges, snow displaced so that it surrounded and encompassed rather than taking over.
Zuriel contentedly munched her hay from her trough, and Belial had already curled up within a row of blankets he’d placed within the provisional shelter. The Sword, of course, was already gathering sticks for impending s’mores charades, especially thin and bark peeled away – glancing over towards Evie amidst the logs, a smile toying with his features, heart beating swiftly, rumbling voice beginning to outline the antics of yesterdays. “Noah made me hold a baby.”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
