Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
These makeshift duels were better circumstances – both of them had been in far more dire situations that ensured life or death situations. Granola bars and boots might’ve been a hard-fought battle in the way they’d reached those points in life – trading off horrific occurrences for the earned thresholds of these mischievous decrees. Instead of terrifying monsters or malicious wounds, the weight of grief or the harsh outline of melancholy, there were airy configurations of juvenile supremacy. Portions of light that, years before, he wouldn’t have bothered glancing at. Not with the way the shadows had pulled the anguish in his eyes.The present was far more triumphant. He still gave her a side-eye meant to inflict manifested suspicion, but as the boot came floating along, an airy portrayal, his gaze narrowed, reaching out to place the granola bar in her outstretched palm, and with the other hand, snagging at the shoe. “Thank you,” he murmured in a low rumble again, as if the trade was imminently satisfying.
