DEIMOS
The bystanders staggered and faltered, drunkenly and haphazardly causing only a minor scene; but Deimos kept his eyes on everything – waiting for some outstretch of Family patterns or ridiculous stares upon them. When there seemed to be nothing, he kept that inherent focus on the shifting information. The confirmation and understanding of the first statement came with a nod.
The second, however, went entirely unexpected.
His careful, nonchalant mask slipped for a moment – eyes widening, shock and bewilderment settling deep into his ribs, a sudden inhale of air, and then a long, long pause of breath as it extended outwards, trying to be rational and calm in the face of genuine surprise. Perhaps that was the fault of his own mantras and beliefs; that the stretch of all of them, powerful and defiant and just couldn’t have been corrupted so easily. He didn’t know why – Sunjata had been caught. Why couldn’t the rest of them be? You saw it? He glanced elsewhere, sharp gaze pointing towards old stones or distant dunes, trying desperately to find a groundline.
But the connections made sense now. Deimos would’ve always understood their need to protect their families – he did much the same. The further withdrawal, the way they both retreated…he couldn’t imagine Remi’s reaction. There is a chance he could still be healed, even without the springs. The Big Gods could do it. Hadn’t Flora been mended that way?
The second, however, went entirely unexpected.
His careful, nonchalant mask slipped for a moment – eyes widening, shock and bewilderment settling deep into his ribs, a sudden inhale of air, and then a long, long pause of breath as it extended outwards, trying to be rational and calm in the face of genuine surprise. Perhaps that was the fault of his own mantras and beliefs; that the stretch of all of them, powerful and defiant and just couldn’t have been corrupted so easily. He didn’t know why – Sunjata had been caught. Why couldn’t the rest of them be? You saw it? He glanced elsewhere, sharp gaze pointing towards old stones or distant dunes, trying desperately to find a groundline.
But the connections made sense now. Deimos would’ve always understood their need to protect their families – he did much the same. The further withdrawal, the way they both retreated…he couldn’t imagine Remi’s reaction. There is a chance he could still be healed, even without the springs. The Big Gods could do it. Hadn’t Flora been mended that way?
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
