DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
With the potential for friendships brewing for the Valkyrie, Deimos nodded, permitting the topic to veer away, and for Alys’s attempts at finagling that together on her own. The larger, promised seam opened before him moments later, a shiny tracing of the dark, onyx obsidian, allowing a vague grin to collect over his features again. Prying it apart and out of the wall wouldn’t be a difficult factor, given his Mastered Earth, and provided a distraction while other thoughts roamed.And it certainly wasn’t as though he didn’t have dreams of the Aurora Basin frequently, or figments and images of the Moonlit Tides like ghosts and wraiths beneath his feet. Past lives segmented easily into this one, with hollowed portions and their echoes, casting lines and drawing fragments into tangible conditions; things he couldn’t have any longer, but could still claim in between ribs and bones. The beast didn’t share any more though, keeping it contained and to himself, instead yielding her inquiry in return. “Do you miss the Grounds?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
