DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Plans concocted always made him feel slightly better – comfortable in the aspect of calculations and machinations, where schemes could immerse and brew, take hold as potential tangible threads, rather than meandering through potentials with no end in sight. ‘As often as we can’ meant, at least to Deimos, whenever they could snag at the flowers – but he offered more nuances into the fold. “Though, with the regions infected being salvaged, there is a possibility of the Family growing weaker.” Which meant, should they be able to return to Starfall after some success of regaining those stretches of the Wilds…the potential for the situation to not be so dire was there. Hence why he’d pondered over the value of rotation. And gods, he didn’t want to have another meeting about it.
But he understood Remi’s sentiments too, and quickly nodded at the semblance. “Right.” And in between, maybe someone would’ve been able to find another flower – so that the debate would hold meaning over the hypothetical.
At the acceptance of the dream, however, he loosened a modest chuckle from his chest, and then nodded. It would be a warning of what was to come – for as he calmly sipped his tea, he unfurled the images of the dream that had disturbed his slumber some seasons ago. From the journey over the aspects of Starfall, to the shorelines themselves, purple and crag and incubation with all its foreboding unease. A stretch into plummeting motions, and then seemingly, into the core – amidst the center of the cavern, amongst the towering shard of Void Crystal – and figures within. Humanoid at best, still and confined for now. And then a ball of condensed matter, pulsing and considering and learning. Something similar to Vi, Mort, and Rae.
He gave Remi more than a few moments to digest it all, before a tilt of his head. “What do you think?”
But he understood Remi’s sentiments too, and quickly nodded at the semblance. “Right.” And in between, maybe someone would’ve been able to find another flower – so that the debate would hold meaning over the hypothetical.
At the acceptance of the dream, however, he loosened a modest chuckle from his chest, and then nodded. It would be a warning of what was to come – for as he calmly sipped his tea, he unfurled the images of the dream that had disturbed his slumber some seasons ago. From the journey over the aspects of Starfall, to the shorelines themselves, purple and crag and incubation with all its foreboding unease. A stretch into plummeting motions, and then seemingly, into the core – amidst the center of the cavern, amongst the towering shard of Void Crystal – and figures within. Humanoid at best, still and confined for now. And then a ball of condensed matter, pulsing and considering and learning. Something similar to Vi, Mort, and Rae.
He gave Remi more than a few moments to digest it all, before a tilt of his head. “What do you think?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
