tell the wolves I'm home
Deimos ran every day too – made of stamina, fortitude, and endurance, as he and the rest of his troops patrolled. She could put on her bursts of speed all she liked; the juvenile curl of his smile indicated he’d do much of the same – feet falling over the embankment much as he’d done in days of childhood.
But there were no gulls screeching overhead; only the stars ever present, twinkling, and effervescent, the unfurled laughter, the beckoning outcries. Had he looked behind him, there would’ve been far more to savor, but he was busy skirting the sudden bombardment of water, splashing, dampening, soaking, and sousing. The towel loosened around his hips, and he persisted, rounding upon the western corner, trying to put space between them.
Thereafter, he sent his own slight bout of spray in her direction, interloping and teasing towards her calves and ankles.
But there were no gulls screeching overhead; only the stars ever present, twinkling, and effervescent, the unfurled laughter, the beckoning outcries. Had he looked behind him, there would’ve been far more to savor, but he was busy skirting the sudden bombardment of water, splashing, dampening, soaking, and sousing. The towel loosened around his hips, and he persisted, rounding upon the western corner, trying to put space between them.
Thereafter, he sent his own slight bout of spray in her direction, interloping and teasing towards her calves and ankles.
the ressurected sword
