Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
A grimace caught his face momentarily; enough to register a tight clenching of his jaw, then nothing else. “All right. I will try later.” He never knew what to do in the face of someone else’s grief, especially Ru, who’d experienced it so many times – then to have it all gone in an instant must’ve been its own brand of bizarre juxtapositions and heart-wrenching, jarring hells. And if the presumptions about her infected status were true…they could be dealing with so many other disturbing parallels. Snagging at the delivered hot cocoa, uttering a quiet and polite thank you to the waiter, and keeping it out of arm’s reach from Erebos’ usual grabbing hands, he waited for Kiada’s reaction to the ring. When it was excitement, rather than any disappointment, he released a relieved smile, tucked initially into her embrace with a light laugh. “Good. And you are sure you do not need anything else?” Flowerbirth might’ve felt a long way off – until suddenly it wasn’t.
