I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Her appearance caused the slightest of head tilts, a silent inquiry he wouldn’t bother to voice, a stretch of hushed curiosity for the bombardment of obsidian. Instead of asking the question bit back behind his teeth, he watched as the scale snapped, sparked between her palms, permitting the small, slow smile to unfurl thereafter.
He hadn’t expected the compliment, and were it anyone else he might’ve snorted and brushed it aside – but they both knew the value of fire-forged dominions, how far he’d fallen and how often he’d somehow managed to rise above those trials, tribulations, and mistakes. “Thank you,” for the gesture of strength, the scale, and everything else in between. Gradually leaning into her touch, he unleashed another breath, the pondering eternally imminent. “Is there anything else we should be doing before the war?” Between watchtowers, weaponry, wall reinforcement, and the solar beam at the ready, they’d certainly done much, but Deimos had always been rooted in meticulous, precise preparation. And if there was still time…
He hadn’t expected the compliment, and were it anyone else he might’ve snorted and brushed it aside – but they both knew the value of fire-forged dominions, how far he’d fallen and how often he’d somehow managed to rise above those trials, tribulations, and mistakes. “Thank you,” for the gesture of strength, the scale, and everything else in between. Gradually leaning into her touch, he unleashed another breath, the pondering eternally imminent. “Is there anything else we should be doing before the war?” Between watchtowers, weaponry, wall reinforcement, and the solar beam at the ready, they’d certainly done much, but Deimos had always been rooted in meticulous, precise preparation. And if there was still time…
DEIMOS
