Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Make no mistake; depending on the situation, Deimos enjoyed watching the world flinch around him. It might’ve been less likely upon the surface, where multitudes knew who he was, but out here in the brink and the fathoms, with nothing to his figure but the massive barbarity of it all – it was nearly peaceful and liberating all at once.
He shifted his head and watched as another appeared – drifting in along basin roots and glows. But there was an inward grin there when the orca flinched and turned; save for instances later, when reality snapped and clawed at him, his memories chasing over dozens of other lapsing opportunities. He became greatly subdued then, and far more neutral in his endeavors and smugness, upon perceiving who the animal could be. Sunjata? An inquiry more than anything else; an outreach just in case. He could’ve been incorrect entirely, and was just floating out questions to the masses of animals around him – who wouldn’t be able to decree anything anyway, save for a likely bout of confusion.
He shifted his head and watched as another appeared – drifting in along basin roots and glows. But there was an inward grin there when the orca flinched and turned; save for instances later, when reality snapped and clawed at him, his memories chasing over dozens of other lapsing opportunities. He became greatly subdued then, and far more neutral in his endeavors and smugness, upon perceiving who the animal could be. Sunjata? An inquiry more than anything else; an outreach just in case. He could’ve been incorrect entirely, and was just floating out questions to the masses of animals around him – who wouldn’t be able to decree anything anyway, save for a likely bout of confusion.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
