DEIMOS
Perhaps it said much about the staying, healing, or assuaging powers Evie contained; for it’d taken him far less time drowning in his own melancholies and shadows, than to be pulled into the respite and riches of their lives. Each and every overwhelming boundary could’ve, would’ve, eaten him alive or pushed him further into the brink – the cusp of war upon them again. But maybe he’d learned to cherish what he had, when he had it, and those intricate moments made up for a lifetimes of heartaches and hardships. “Must you remind me,” he snorted, but laughed once more just the same – unwilling to admit the bizarre role of allies the Sword and Flood shared now.
As for their son’s antics, he shook his head, grinned. “I am certain it will happen again. Both seemed delighted." He wouldn’t be surprised if Micah was the next victim. But then all those thoughts blurred and melted anyway; entirely focused on his wife and the heedless ministrations she orchestrated; enraptured and incensed all over again with gentle fires and coaxing, kindling aspirations. Sometimes their shared love was really the only shelter he needed, and it unfurled in the easy, sensual lull, his mouth conforming to hers in the besotted entanglements, for her and for her and for her. Those instances said I love you and thank you a thousand times over –
As did his next maneuver, full of boyish mischief – gently coaxing motions of air until her dampened and sodden hair stood on end. Pulling away, simply to stare down at her and pretend he wasn't the one coordinating the motions, he inclined his head towards the rows and bottles of shampoos nearby. "All right, pick one."
As for their son’s antics, he shook his head, grinned. “I am certain it will happen again. Both seemed delighted." He wouldn’t be surprised if Micah was the next victim. But then all those thoughts blurred and melted anyway; entirely focused on his wife and the heedless ministrations she orchestrated; enraptured and incensed all over again with gentle fires and coaxing, kindling aspirations. Sometimes their shared love was really the only shelter he needed, and it unfurled in the easy, sensual lull, his mouth conforming to hers in the besotted entanglements, for her and for her and for her. Those instances said I love you and thank you a thousand times over –
As did his next maneuver, full of boyish mischief – gently coaxing motions of air until her dampened and sodden hair stood on end. Pulling away, simply to stare down at her and pretend he wasn't the one coordinating the motions, he inclined his head towards the rows and bottles of shampoos nearby. "All right, pick one."
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
