DEIMOS
He was not an overt fan of sentimentality; had learned to mask and shun away from it for lifetimes, and even in the charitable run of family, friends, and loved ones, too much threatened something he couldn’t quite name. So it was a return to humor instead, a way to crack and funnel their way through a return to normalcy. “Not if you demand it,” he snorted, huffing boyishly and indignantly all at once; a moment of airs and pretenses. He released her hand, intending to return to maneuvering amidst the rubble and debris, pretending not to see her forlorn emotions either. Another wipe of his eyes ensured his had dispersed, and another long breath stilted and slowed through his chest.
Picking up a piece of broken, decrepit wood, he tossed it within the sled. Zuriel snorted nearby, clearly unimpressed with everything, but gave no other hints of her semblances. By then he’d permitted a gesture of routine strikes and edges, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, arched brow and juvenile antics beginning their brief sojourn. “Besides, I gave you the letter first.” Outlined emotions – pieced and cobbled together from multitudes of parchments and papers until it had sounded right and true and exactly what was necessary.
Picking up a piece of broken, decrepit wood, he tossed it within the sled. Zuriel snorted nearby, clearly unimpressed with everything, but gave no other hints of her semblances. By then he’d permitted a gesture of routine strikes and edges, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, arched brow and juvenile antics beginning their brief sojourn. “Besides, I gave you the letter first.” Outlined emotions – pieced and cobbled together from multitudes of parchments and papers until it had sounded right and true and exactly what was necessary.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
