DEIMOS
King’s End had its own designations in his mind – a place of solace during exile, while they plotted and schemed, to serene notions amidst flowers and barrows, to hunting aspects amidst the daemons’ lingering around graves. Warmer than Halo, ripe with hues and blending into tranquil scenes, it loosened the residual stoicism and knotted, gnarled stance he often held. Or maybe Evie’s presence did that.
Lighter clothing, with sleeves rolled well past his forearms, ensured he wasn’t immediately diminished in the summer air; but he habitually put his jaw to the wind. It wasn’t the harsh, frigid outlines of the Citadel’s bluster; an angle in repose and sanctums, another definition of peace. Something he never quite knew what to do with – somehow eerily away from his grasp.
Habitual, keen, and inherent glances along the surroundings meant an avid inspection of anything potentially threatening, yet, when nothing came to his senses, he permitted the ease of his grin, the stare back to Evie’s backwards motions. Watching as she spun, his head tilted, not yet partaking in any of the same mannerisms. “This is already different from what I experienced,” as they’d nestled themselves along tree lines and makeshift cabins; before Noah became Vi’s demigod, and Deimos had been called to guild reconstruction. Instinctually, he was drawn to the outlines of stone, primordial ruins littered across the wakes, but he didn’t meander from the pathway she’d set. Not yet anyway. Hitching his bag further up his shoulder, he jutted his jawline along the roots and bamboo. “Pleasant. Peaceful." So far - ever the pragmatic. "Is this where you stayed?”
Lighter clothing, with sleeves rolled well past his forearms, ensured he wasn’t immediately diminished in the summer air; but he habitually put his jaw to the wind. It wasn’t the harsh, frigid outlines of the Citadel’s bluster; an angle in repose and sanctums, another definition of peace. Something he never quite knew what to do with – somehow eerily away from his grasp.
Habitual, keen, and inherent glances along the surroundings meant an avid inspection of anything potentially threatening, yet, when nothing came to his senses, he permitted the ease of his grin, the stare back to Evie’s backwards motions. Watching as she spun, his head tilted, not yet partaking in any of the same mannerisms. “This is already different from what I experienced,” as they’d nestled themselves along tree lines and makeshift cabins; before Noah became Vi’s demigod, and Deimos had been called to guild reconstruction. Instinctually, he was drawn to the outlines of stone, primordial ruins littered across the wakes, but he didn’t meander from the pathway she’d set. Not yet anyway. Hitching his bag further up his shoulder, he jutted his jawline along the roots and bamboo. “Pleasant. Peaceful." So far - ever the pragmatic. "Is this where you stayed?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
