Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Given the abundance of horrific, devastating, and tragic news the Sword had received in his lifetimes, it probably wouldn’t surprise anyone that the initial thread was always dread. Some form of trepidation. A wall closing in so the ache and hurt and impending catastrophe didn’t hit so hard. A litany of masks and apathetic gazes to strengthen the threshold of safety and sanctity while everything else crumbled.
So when it wasn’t that at all, but something else that sent a lurch into his bones, the Warden fought down another horrendous plunge along his ribs. Probably should have led with that then, he added, while scoring away the hordes of thoughts that had blistered and torn with the notions of Ru somehow being maimed or torn apart or scattered.
No, instead it was the horrifying thought of impending nuptials with Sunjata.
Maybe he imagined she’d just break it off with the Flood eventually, because something would happen. Maybe he’d figured she’d come to her senses at some point. Maybe all these ideas had been doomed from the start. For he knew the Valkyrie, and with the way things were going, she’d openly accept that man’s hand in marriage in the blink of an eye – no matter how much damage had been wrought in the past. Forgiveness and familiarity were one of her encompassing traits, and rarely belonged anywhere near Deimos’s orbit.
Trying to will away his disgust so he appeared supportive, because he would be (and only for her) against every particle in his being, a very long breath unfurled – sending a current of water across the basin. Stifling down the vicious haze, his eyes looked entirely elsewhere. Understood. Reviled. Have you planned it out yet?
So when it wasn’t that at all, but something else that sent a lurch into his bones, the Warden fought down another horrendous plunge along his ribs. Probably should have led with that then, he added, while scoring away the hordes of thoughts that had blistered and torn with the notions of Ru somehow being maimed or torn apart or scattered.
No, instead it was the horrifying thought of impending nuptials with Sunjata.
Maybe he imagined she’d just break it off with the Flood eventually, because something would happen. Maybe he’d figured she’d come to her senses at some point. Maybe all these ideas had been doomed from the start. For he knew the Valkyrie, and with the way things were going, she’d openly accept that man’s hand in marriage in the blink of an eye – no matter how much damage had been wrought in the past. Forgiveness and familiarity were one of her encompassing traits, and rarely belonged anywhere near Deimos’s orbit.
Trying to will away his disgust so he appeared supportive, because he would be (and only for her) against every particle in his being, a very long breath unfurled – sending a current of water across the basin. Stifling down the vicious haze, his eyes looked entirely elsewhere. Understood. Reviled. Have you planned it out yet?
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
