DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Deimos had already had his moments of shock, shame, guilt, disappointment, and that overwhelming sensation of loss and abandonment. The reopening of the scarred over lacerations didn’t quite help, and he could feel the age-old, primordial semblances of melancholy rising back over the surface. Rather than fold and yield, he indicated they should vacate the surroundings with a twist of his head, away from the sights and sounds of the soldiers (who were always listening). “Come with me,” and he started heading towards his office; much quieter, and tucked away from prying ears.
Once they were down the hallway and into the parlor, with its flickering fire, he found himself leaning against his desk, something solid, arms crossed over his chest. “I am not certain I will ever understand it either,” especially Ru – running right back into the arms of someone who’d harmed her over and over again and seemingly so willing to forgo and forget everything. “I blamed myself initially, wondered if I was not doing enough, or if Halo simply was not for her any longer.” He took a long, slow breath, a shrug of his shoulders forming – because loyalty was a driven fact between both of them, and multitudes more amidst the sanction of the mountainous world – the thought of leaving had never occurred. “Perhaps they thought there were other opportunities they could not find here. I would never allow Sunjata within Halo, for example,” in Ru’s case. Not after everything he’d done.
His eyes wandered towards the fire, restless again. “I am not certain either – but it is safe to say you are not the cause,” and here he gave the lightest of smiles, before it threatened to dissipate once more. “What would you have tried?”
Once they were down the hallway and into the parlor, with its flickering fire, he found himself leaning against his desk, something solid, arms crossed over his chest. “I am not certain I will ever understand it either,” especially Ru – running right back into the arms of someone who’d harmed her over and over again and seemingly so willing to forgo and forget everything. “I blamed myself initially, wondered if I was not doing enough, or if Halo simply was not for her any longer.” He took a long, slow breath, a shrug of his shoulders forming – because loyalty was a driven fact between both of them, and multitudes more amidst the sanction of the mountainous world – the thought of leaving had never occurred. “Perhaps they thought there were other opportunities they could not find here. I would never allow Sunjata within Halo, for example,” in Ru’s case. Not after everything he’d done.
His eyes wandered towards the fire, restless again. “I am not certain either – but it is safe to say you are not the cause,” and here he gave the lightest of smiles, before it threatened to dissipate once more. “What would you have tried?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
