Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
“Probably not,” he assured, easily self-deprecating, before casting another glance her way with a wrinkled nose, and churning along through the water. Muscles reveled and revered the expanse of water, streamlined motions clamoring back to primordial rhythms, for as much as he loved the snow and ice and mountains, the ocean had always been his first home. It indulged and swept along with every powerful and potent collection of his magic, ensuring their safety as they dove deeper and deeper into the entity.
But nothing ever grew dark, and simply opened to a new world beyond fathoms and depths. Amused, on the edges of her reassurance and the possibility of more inquiries, his eyes narrowed at her pinpointed gaze, at the promised statues, and at the elements of a garden. Not surprised by her reaction, he laughed, the roll and rumble echoing even in the fraction of their immersed air and bubble. “Of course,” leading the wake to further intervals; stone steps and garden intervals – though the art, upon further notice, seemed to all be the same in some manner. “Interesting pieces,” as he blinked, wondering why none of them seemed to have heads.
But nothing ever grew dark, and simply opened to a new world beyond fathoms and depths. Amused, on the edges of her reassurance and the possibility of more inquiries, his eyes narrowed at her pinpointed gaze, at the promised statues, and at the elements of a garden. Not surprised by her reaction, he laughed, the roll and rumble echoing even in the fraction of their immersed air and bubble. “Of course,” leading the wake to further intervals; stone steps and garden intervals – though the art, upon further notice, seemed to all be the same in some manner. “Interesting pieces,” as he blinked, wondering why none of them seemed to have heads.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
