DEIMOS
And perhaps that’s where they’d gone awry initially; thinking to protect and salvage the world, instead of their own region first. And it had worked for a while; until ultimately the Family had been eradicated from Sunjata and Ru alike. The consequences were rendered in dilapidated and disheveled stone, and it would take a while before the likenesses could be created and mended back together again – with or without the void erasing properties. “That is what I was thinking too.” Cleansing and healing, close by, without having to venture towards the Fangs and the isolation – nor a sudden onslaught of a blizzard – to keep them from accessing life-saving qualities.
A long sigh unfurled again, and maybe after a few more iterations he’d be able to spell them all out from his lungs. That age-old sentiment of ‘you cannot save them all’ rang through his head, and perhaps he bitterly swallowed down the proclamations again, hoping that at some point others would stop putting themselves in the line of fire. He couldn’t say much, given their upcoming plans towards Starfall – but that too was for the greater good. “It always seems to be a fine line,” he uttered, wrinkling his nose, every bit the boyish interludes when he could surround himself in fond company, rather than putting up the fortifications and fronts. “I doubt any other region is going to try for such things now.” And he couldn’t say that he blamed them – not when the backlash was so imminent, rapid, and treacherous.
He arched a brow at the suffering and martyrdom portions of her speech, pretending that it might not have been aimed specifically at him. But then he was much more languid in the contents of the bath, pulling himself nearby, to settle in front of her, clearly in her space, eyes upon hers; her toes in his ribs moments later anyway. “That is quite an accusation,” of which he began to cup some water in his palms, intent clear on orchestrating something. “Have you seen how social he is?” He shuddered, as if it was a frightening expanse. “Undoubtedly from you.”
A long sigh unfurled again, and maybe after a few more iterations he’d be able to spell them all out from his lungs. That age-old sentiment of ‘you cannot save them all’ rang through his head, and perhaps he bitterly swallowed down the proclamations again, hoping that at some point others would stop putting themselves in the line of fire. He couldn’t say much, given their upcoming plans towards Starfall – but that too was for the greater good. “It always seems to be a fine line,” he uttered, wrinkling his nose, every bit the boyish interludes when he could surround himself in fond company, rather than putting up the fortifications and fronts. “I doubt any other region is going to try for such things now.” And he couldn’t say that he blamed them – not when the backlash was so imminent, rapid, and treacherous.
He arched a brow at the suffering and martyrdom portions of her speech, pretending that it might not have been aimed specifically at him. But then he was much more languid in the contents of the bath, pulling himself nearby, to settle in front of her, clearly in her space, eyes upon hers; her toes in his ribs moments later anyway. “That is quite an accusation,” of which he began to cup some water in his palms, intent clear on orchestrating something. “Have you seen how social he is?” He shuddered, as if it was a frightening expanse. “Undoubtedly from you.”
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
