DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
“Not so much miss…,” he began, because he’d chosen Halo – with its Citadel, its mountains, its snow, and its people. The cold, frigid, Siberian air curled through his veins much like the Basin had, and perhaps past lives called to present ones, for he followed its ramparts with no figment of regret. “But when I have the opportunity, I tend to indulge in traveling.” Curiosity was either one of his flaws or virtues; depending on the day. The problem was the former, in circumstances and occasions, given his ongoing responsibilities.Eternally a work in progress: to know when to take a break.
Raising his jaw to stare at the ceiling, noticing glimmering aspects of obsidian resting there too, he snorted. “I was born beside an ocean, so I favor Torchline for any sea ventures.” Inclining his head back in her direction, he arched his brow, bringing the inquiry back to her. “Do you?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
