DEIMOS
Any moment Deimos had considered “relaxing” was fast and fleeting; moments he could scrape away out of the lacquered, hardened enamel of bedlam. He’d, at the very least, had some days in between the event and present, leaving him less mired in trepidation, harsh realities, and coated apprehension, and more acclimated to the cold fixtures of brooding configurations, machinations beginning to surmise multitudes.
But now he served as a warning and messenger, leaning against his favorite spot in the springs, sinking up to his jawline while the Tidebreaker extended compliments. “Thank you. Safrin did a wonderful job,” as she so often did. Halo was honored to carry the banner of starlit, cosmic bliss.
A long sigh filtered through him, before he began to summon the notions all over again, though through the attuned bond, in case any passing, invisible Vox contortions lingered near. Dorian, the Head of the Family, came to see me. His jawline clenched again, eyes narrowing as his glance went to pockets of water and plumes of heat, rather than anywhere else. Gave me a proposal of safety for Halo - if I stopped interfering with the Family. Pausing, to give Hadama a moment to take it all in - his brow arched, waiting to see the reaction. I declined, but wanted everyone aware of what they are attempting to pull.
But now he served as a warning and messenger, leaning against his favorite spot in the springs, sinking up to his jawline while the Tidebreaker extended compliments. “Thank you. Safrin did a wonderful job,” as she so often did. Halo was honored to carry the banner of starlit, cosmic bliss.
A long sigh filtered through him, before he began to summon the notions all over again, though through the attuned bond, in case any passing, invisible Vox contortions lingered near. Dorian, the Head of the Family, came to see me. His jawline clenched again, eyes narrowing as his glance went to pockets of water and plumes of heat, rather than anywhere else. Gave me a proposal of safety for Halo - if I stopped interfering with the Family. Pausing, to give Hadama a moment to take it all in - his brow arched, waiting to see the reaction. I declined, but wanted everyone aware of what they are attempting to pull.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
