DEIMOS
It hadn’t been for lack of trying on Deimos’ part, to find foundations in the worlds where he’d sewn disaster and bludgeoned earth. And perhaps it was just so that he hadn’t found anything until he gave over to more purposes, more potential, more prowess, than simple annihilation and brutality. Found those sentiments deep within the blackened, scarred portions of his soul and latched onto them – gave the rise and fall and lacerations to others. Now they were watching them build – and he couldn’t cease smiling for the actions, the sentiments, of the unwinding future. There’d be chaos and bedlam and mayhem along the way, for there were still enigmatic twists and turns to solve in the ongoing crisis, but gods there were other things too, where hope didn’t die or fade or falter.
He breathed under her touch, unfurling more breaths into the passing world around them, forgoing additions to the wall at the moment for lingering distinctions and a reel of content rumbles. “Okay,” was an acknowledgment of some changes, and perhaps she understood how sudden and overprotective and ridiculous he might end up being. “Do you want me to take any of your responsibilities?” Letters wouldn’t be an issue for her – though he had to wonder along her supervision of the Academy trainings and where, how far, danger might glimpse. The infirmary wasn’t his realm…
Before his mind spiraled further outward, his brow arched, fingers intertwining along cheeks, and his head bent low, aiming to meet her brow with his. He’d meant what he said – names and plans hadn’t been at the forefront at all – and just their wellbeing. A snort followed through, perhaps to match Zuriel’s echoing one nearby. “Very much so. Maybe we can take a day in soon and figure out what we want.” Brainstorm while painting or altering or changing the rooms.
He breathed under her touch, unfurling more breaths into the passing world around them, forgoing additions to the wall at the moment for lingering distinctions and a reel of content rumbles. “Okay,” was an acknowledgment of some changes, and perhaps she understood how sudden and overprotective and ridiculous he might end up being. “Do you want me to take any of your responsibilities?” Letters wouldn’t be an issue for her – though he had to wonder along her supervision of the Academy trainings and where, how far, danger might glimpse. The infirmary wasn’t his realm…
Before his mind spiraled further outward, his brow arched, fingers intertwining along cheeks, and his head bent low, aiming to meet her brow with his. He’d meant what he said – names and plans hadn’t been at the forefront at all – and just their wellbeing. A snort followed through, perhaps to match Zuriel’s echoing one nearby. “Very much so. Maybe we can take a day in soon and figure out what we want.” Brainstorm while painting or altering or changing the rooms.
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
