Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
For his part, Deimos had tried, with great difficulty, to remain cautiously neutral around the Flood. No attuned bombardments of malice and vehemence. No sudden rushes of violence. No dedicated plunge of severity and discord. For Ru, essentially, and only Ru.
So at the mere mention of her name, amidst the awkward, discomforting nuances stretching across the bond, his head snapped in the orca’s direction. A thousand thoughts ran a rampant and dangerous path through his mind – anywhere from grave injuries to sudden devastation to something horrendous, and while Sunjata might have felt all of those within an instant, Deimos placed the wall back up immediately after. Is she all right? The first and foremost inquiry after a slip of the mask; because then he might be able to formulate something other than trepidation.
So at the mere mention of her name, amidst the awkward, discomforting nuances stretching across the bond, his head snapped in the orca’s direction. A thousand thoughts ran a rampant and dangerous path through his mind – anywhere from grave injuries to sudden devastation to something horrendous, and while Sunjata might have felt all of those within an instant, Deimos placed the wall back up immediately after. Is she all right? The first and foremost inquiry after a slip of the mask; because then he might be able to formulate something other than trepidation.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
