DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Pandas and hellhounds had the sky, albeit with wild perytons, leaving his mind to ramble towards rings, instinctually turning towards her as the excitement began its own plunge. Grinning at the rambling notions, he waited until she’d finished, his own mind wandering over the bits and pieces of cosmic designations, and yearning to note they were more than their favored gods, but she’d done so before his lips could part. He hadn’t heard of the fountain of fortune, but listened all the while – amused again, and permitting a snort, for he’d offered her the same sentiments once before in a ring already embellished along her finger. His eyes went from it and back to her face, studying, content and amused in the particles of sunlight and flickers of potential. “So something with luck embedded when we are near one another?”
Contorting to his side, he began etching a minor design in portions and pockets of unmelted snow nearby, tracing over it lightly with his finger. “We can start with colors first, if we do not have a etched design figured yet,” but his machinations were beginning, eternally heightened on the potentials of artistic relish. From there, he began implementing miniature evergreens and blades, nestling within titles, and frameworks of snowflakes, crystallized and ornate.
Unite and spread the heart apart
