DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos wasn’t certain if he minded the stares or not – so he opted to ignore them. There’d been plenty when they first arrived from Halo to Stormbreak upon its opening to Abandoned, and still more would follow, based on how things had occurred. Perhaps putting faces to names, or undercurrents of racism still traversed through primordial sentiments.
Instead, his long legs carried them across the sidewalk and along the road, waiting for the news to drop. So when it does, his demeanor altered significantly, from a feigned surprise to a boyish grin, permitting the moment to bolster away the dismal mood. “Congratulations,” as he folded her against his side, tucking her underneath awnings and away from the rush of a crowd, eventually stopping outside the bookshop, keeping their gossip away from the door and chambers. “He did come to see me at the tournament,” arching his brow, to indicate he knew some multitudes, unaware the question had long since been asked prior to Fox and him exchanging acceptances and sagacity. Kiada deserved this – the Harpy had been through the multitudes of heartache before too; a vicious cycle of depletion and error. Her happiness and adoration were a buoyant, light thing, and it eased whatever burdens pressed in on his chest. “Have you planned anything yet?”
Instead, his long legs carried them across the sidewalk and along the road, waiting for the news to drop. So when it does, his demeanor altered significantly, from a feigned surprise to a boyish grin, permitting the moment to bolster away the dismal mood. “Congratulations,” as he folded her against his side, tucking her underneath awnings and away from the rush of a crowd, eventually stopping outside the bookshop, keeping their gossip away from the door and chambers. “He did come to see me at the tournament,” arching his brow, to indicate he knew some multitudes, unaware the question had long since been asked prior to Fox and him exchanging acceptances and sagacity. Kiada deserved this – the Harpy had been through the multitudes of heartache before too; a vicious cycle of depletion and error. Her happiness and adoration were a buoyant, light thing, and it eased whatever burdens pressed in on his chest. “Have you planned anything yet?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
