DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos would’ve appreciated any piece of good news this season – and perhaps he already had, with blood chiseled away on daggers – because today didn’t represent anything hospitable. A long and vague sigh flowed through his lungs at Alys’s description of her visions, eyes closing momentarily to absorb the latest blow, before flickering back open and continuing their motions into the springs.
“Lovely,” he gave in a very facetious and dry rumble. After some point his head might wrap around potentials and what they’d have to do to destroy the latest, upcoming, foreboding piece of precision and might, but then he frowned, forgetting his manners. “Sorry. Thank you for telling me.” He didn’t wish those hazy moments on anyone; for having been the bearer of bad news many times, the cords always struck in a harsher outline.
He also peeled his hair away from his neck, habitually rendering it into a messy bun, before long strides persisted and angled around a pool. He wasn’t certain if he should tell her the latest string of debacles from Halo, or really just his own, ends. “That will likely affect our team dynamics.”
“Lovely,” he gave in a very facetious and dry rumble. After some point his head might wrap around potentials and what they’d have to do to destroy the latest, upcoming, foreboding piece of precision and might, but then he frowned, forgetting his manners. “Sorry. Thank you for telling me.” He didn’t wish those hazy moments on anyone; for having been the bearer of bad news many times, the cords always struck in a harsher outline.
He also peeled his hair away from his neck, habitually rendering it into a messy bun, before long strides persisted and angled around a pool. He wasn’t certain if he should tell her the latest string of debacles from Halo, or really just his own, ends. “That will likely affect our team dynamics.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
