DEIMOS
He couldn’t help but laugh at that, and while the reverberation stayed closed and within their sanction, it still echoed off the tub; a better sound than his grumblings and melancholy. It did give him an ounce of reflection time – to see, to realize, the amount of growth the expanse had under their thresholds. While they’d lost a key component, there were still hordes of other necessities, improvements to quality of life, and coordinated efforts that had gone leaps and bounds across the frigid lanes. And there would be more to come, should they have their way.
Huffing another breath at the veracity and heart of the matter, he nodded. War, in all previous circumstances, had lingered around these horrific ramparts until one side crossed the line – though, he wondered now, if it had already occurred, and the maelstroms were just brewing in the aftermath until finality swung. “True. It was not an entire failure.” Sunjata and Ru had been cured. They’d added allies and kin back into their threshold. Losing Ronin was a hit and punch to the gut; but he had no doubt that Remi would be able to think of something. Or they’d clamber together, back again, to ensure the demigod was without the horrific imbalance of disease.
But she’s keen on his trickery, maneuvering underneath so that even if he bothered to lacquer and pelt her with the warm water, it wouldn’t do much good. Snorting, the juvenile glint of his eyes stirred again, mind clearly conjuring another scheme. “I saw him talk Belial into sitting in that wagon of his. Pushed him around the house.” It was easy to tease about their son; but the glint of pride was there all the same – seemingly very unbothered by this incoming ‘horror’.
All of this was an intended distraction regardless, as he leaned forward, and instead of his palm cupping the water any longer, his large hands went for her cheeks, her face, intending to raise her features upwards to meet his. His mouth descended upon hers easily, softly, tenderly, if only to embody every nuance and encouragement of his love – of the sanctity and shelter they shared.
Huffing another breath at the veracity and heart of the matter, he nodded. War, in all previous circumstances, had lingered around these horrific ramparts until one side crossed the line – though, he wondered now, if it had already occurred, and the maelstroms were just brewing in the aftermath until finality swung. “True. It was not an entire failure.” Sunjata and Ru had been cured. They’d added allies and kin back into their threshold. Losing Ronin was a hit and punch to the gut; but he had no doubt that Remi would be able to think of something. Or they’d clamber together, back again, to ensure the demigod was without the horrific imbalance of disease.
But she’s keen on his trickery, maneuvering underneath so that even if he bothered to lacquer and pelt her with the warm water, it wouldn’t do much good. Snorting, the juvenile glint of his eyes stirred again, mind clearly conjuring another scheme. “I saw him talk Belial into sitting in that wagon of his. Pushed him around the house.” It was easy to tease about their son; but the glint of pride was there all the same – seemingly very unbothered by this incoming ‘horror’.
All of this was an intended distraction regardless, as he leaned forward, and instead of his palm cupping the water any longer, his large hands went for her cheeks, her face, intending to raise her features upwards to meet his. His mouth descended upon hers easily, softly, tenderly, if only to embody every nuance and encouragement of his love – of the sanctity and shelter they shared.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
