Deimos
Brows touching, he couldn’t help the extended puff of laughter, shaking his head but never leaving the fragments and figments of touch (and lifetimes before, he would’ve never been able to do such a thing). “I had no doubt in your abilities,” was another rumble, the books upon books of notes, journals and pages filled to the brim, or the entries piled amidst studies, desks, and offices was always around for evidence.
Looping his hands around her waist, relaxed and content, he should’ve known the next inquiry was coming, and it wasn’t without his own air of machinations and calculations. The foremost thought had been her acceptance, first and foremost, and with it came more speculations. “Depends on when you want to have it,” was a whisper against her mouth, lids lowering slightly in perusal and study. He could see her craving it immediately, but Deimos wouldn’t forgo some measure of opportunity for friends and family. “And where. And with who.” She knew he valued the air of privacy – not ever an individual yearning to make a spectacle of himself, but he wasn’t certain on her preferences. “Did you want something like Noah and Cordelia’s?”
Looping his hands around her waist, relaxed and content, he should’ve known the next inquiry was coming, and it wasn’t without his own air of machinations and calculations. The foremost thought had been her acceptance, first and foremost, and with it came more speculations. “Depends on when you want to have it,” was a whisper against her mouth, lids lowering slightly in perusal and study. He could see her craving it immediately, but Deimos wouldn’t forgo some measure of opportunity for friends and family. “And where. And with who.” She knew he valued the air of privacy – not ever an individual yearning to make a spectacle of himself, but he wasn’t certain on her preferences. “Did you want something like Noah and Cordelia’s?”
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
