DEIMOS
The reaction wasn’t what he expected – a sharpened turn, bright and brilliant composure fading away to shakily consternations and a crackling voice. The report he’d received was minimal, and certainly nothing like this. His eyes widened in accord, arms instantly open in an endeavor, in an effort, to either sweep her away from the sudden tides or embrace her while she coasted in the midst of them. A comfort amongst the predilections; because it always took monumental orchestrations to move her into such tempestuous lines. He’d implore and want nothing more than to tuck her underneath his chin and embark into the waging storm – or simply simmer in the shallows, waiting for it to all unfurl.
At the reasons why, his jaw clenched – for none of those sentiments were the Halovian way – the methods he’d drilled into his soldiers, his compatriots, his citizens, day in and day out. When the other circumstances rallied, his machinations were already in an affront, trying to wage away the frustrations welling for her, and their region as a whole. “Who caused it?” He started, a quiet rumble around her, should she allow it, to blend and bend, to start shifting into a plan. Understandably, however, it was not his to make; but the backdrop was beginning to fill in and linger in his mind regardless –
Because Evie was right. She’d been on the front lines while he and the others were off fighting for Caido on the Draig. There should’ve been respect for her as a sovereign and experienced in the trappings of battle. The conducted mannerisms thereafter meant someone was likely going to have to toe the line for misdeeds, and the frustration made him meander towards a few select names.
Wobbling knives made his hands draw into hers, trying to curl his own in there for support in the deluge – and uncertain if she’d yearn to fling more barrages and vexations, or begin to come up with something new. “What do you want to do about it?”
At the reasons why, his jaw clenched – for none of those sentiments were the Halovian way – the methods he’d drilled into his soldiers, his compatriots, his citizens, day in and day out. When the other circumstances rallied, his machinations were already in an affront, trying to wage away the frustrations welling for her, and their region as a whole. “Who caused it?” He started, a quiet rumble around her, should she allow it, to blend and bend, to start shifting into a plan. Understandably, however, it was not his to make; but the backdrop was beginning to fill in and linger in his mind regardless –
Because Evie was right. She’d been on the front lines while he and the others were off fighting for Caido on the Draig. There should’ve been respect for her as a sovereign and experienced in the trappings of battle. The conducted mannerisms thereafter meant someone was likely going to have to toe the line for misdeeds, and the frustration made him meander towards a few select names.
Wobbling knives made his hands draw into hers, trying to curl his own in there for support in the deluge – and uncertain if she’d yearn to fling more barrages and vexations, or begin to come up with something new. “What do you want to do about it?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
