DEIMOS
He awakened in one gasping breath; a shudder he tried to keep hidden and away from Evie. It took a few moments to orient himself – the pitch blackness of LongNight through draped curtains, the rise and fall of the Evergreen’s frame as she maintained the lull, the quiet from the nursery as Belial guarded and Erebos slept. A gentle lull of birds outside, despite whatever hour it happened to be, indifferent to the harsher endpoints of the season. No ominous figures. No scandalous depictions. No crystals and shards and Stygian lilac combinations blistering behind his eyes.
But what he’d seen had been too real, and having been immersed well into dreams before, he couldn’t take the risk of shrugging it all away.
Rather than awaken his counterpart, as he had in a blind, and guilted, panic before, he tried to quietly turn towards the end table, find the charcoal and paper left alongside. Often it was for ideas or rough sketches, outlines before he faded into slumber; presently it was damned to be a distinct depiction of what he’d just seen.
Maybe it was nothing, but he couldn’t get past the shaking feeling that something was off – a warning, a fragment, a display, of what lingered along and below the surface of that damned island.
But what he’d seen had been too real, and having been immersed well into dreams before, he couldn’t take the risk of shrugging it all away.
Rather than awaken his counterpart, as he had in a blind, and guilted, panic before, he tried to quietly turn towards the end table, find the charcoal and paper left alongside. Often it was for ideas or rough sketches, outlines before he faded into slumber; presently it was damned to be a distinct depiction of what he’d just seen.
Maybe it was nothing, but he couldn’t get past the shaking feeling that something was off – a warning, a fragment, a display, of what lingered along and below the surface of that damned island.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
