DEIMOS
After discussions with Evie, Deimos had sent word ahead to Danta in concerns with Noah – and perhaps how to alleviate the situation happening again – but he took his time around the proposed meeting area. Mostly because he could remember a time where the underground had been simply that – rogue pieces of mazes, labyrinths, ROUs, and lost souls – pieces of the Voice scattered in princely regards, and libraries contorted in Safrin’s offerings. There were ghosts on the ground, floating in filaments, and specters in his mind, wondering how much more they would’ve haunted below the earth, had other multitudes not surrounded them. Sent them cast and away.
And perhaps, with the future so readily constructing its own fortunes and vices, he shouldn’t have been glancing into windows and watching the specters bound in the reflections, but it was something tangible and fleeting, a grasp of history stored in his blood and bone, before turning down another lane. A few questions towards other locals, and readily avoiding their stares and whispers, had him eventually standing before a bar, eyes narrowed, figuring Danta would be there soon enough.
And perhaps, with the future so readily constructing its own fortunes and vices, he shouldn’t have been glancing into windows and watching the specters bound in the reflections, but it was something tangible and fleeting, a grasp of history stored in his blood and bone, before turning down another lane. A few questions towards other locals, and readily avoiding their stares and whispers, had him eventually standing before a bar, eyes narrowed, figuring Danta would be there soon enough.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
