reminiscing endlessly

Deimos He didn’t expect the apology, eyes widening as his brows shifted and lifted, before permitting a snort. “I have long since made peace with it,” because there’d been no alternative; the melancholy had been bleak but final. “But thank you.” Much like most of the Ancients would have to realize they’d missed many things along the way – such was the bizarre juxtaposition of how they’d all come to be and exist within Caido’s boundaries. The pebbles glinted and seemingly stilled on the surface while he listened again – as if they were balancing precariously there – while he turned his eyes back upon Astaroth. “Quite,” and he obliged with a snort, the passing of nuances and understandings mulling their way through. Expected to assimilate, rapidly, quickly, while balking at every other thing that seemed misshapen, odd, and combatting the forces of what they’d known for so much longer. The question didn’t give him much pause though. “There is nothing to return to.” Helovia was gone, and likely Isilme somewhere in the midst too. “I have found my place here.” Carved it out of nothingness and decrepit eaves for a long, long time, before finally discovering those lights and fixtures, happiness and elation. He gave an inkling of a smile, before his gaze meandered back to the water. “Would you?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime