DEIMOS
Quiet, his muscles enjoyed the lull, the listless warmth basking at his limbs. His mind wasn’t relaxed though, and it might’ve taken far more time for it to not bear down on machinations and stratagems. The silence was another foreboding thing; waiting for either Hadama to tell him he was foolish, that he should’ve taken the offer, that there would be some perilous judgment in the wake of decisions, the ebb and flow of persistence and perseverance –
But none of that came. His eyes narrowed, focused on galaxies spinning in the tranquil pool, jaw clenching, then not, long, slow breaths compelled from his lungs, sliding past his ribcage.
Deimos wasn’t sure if he felt certain about anything nowadays – everything a tightrope, one single wrong move, an erroneous step taking them off the ledge. I would not put it past them to try something else. An inveigling lure, meant to entice, to snare; to justify the means. They’d already tried it with death. I already let Sunjata know, and have sent letters to Ronin and Remi. Hopeful, perhaps, that Hadama would inform Flora on his own.
But in all his haste, he could admit he hadn’t considered the Grounds. Perhaps he should’ve, given Kiada, yet, they always seemed to be quiet – patiently waiting, stalking, Danta carefully and covertly guiding his compatriots into ridding the void creatures away. I am not sure. They do not seem to be heavily involved with bombarding the Family. Even with the Maverick’s anger towards the body placed within their range – and the Sword’s offerings of ideas, he hadn’t heard too many particulars on their obstructive means. So maybe they will remain unscathed. Unbothered. Not trifled with. Safe because of their hushed ministrations; rather than everyone else’s combative sway.
But none of that came. His eyes narrowed, focused on galaxies spinning in the tranquil pool, jaw clenching, then not, long, slow breaths compelled from his lungs, sliding past his ribcage.
Deimos wasn’t sure if he felt certain about anything nowadays – everything a tightrope, one single wrong move, an erroneous step taking them off the ledge. I would not put it past them to try something else. An inveigling lure, meant to entice, to snare; to justify the means. They’d already tried it with death. I already let Sunjata know, and have sent letters to Ronin and Remi. Hopeful, perhaps, that Hadama would inform Flora on his own.
But in all his haste, he could admit he hadn’t considered the Grounds. Perhaps he should’ve, given Kiada, yet, they always seemed to be quiet – patiently waiting, stalking, Danta carefully and covertly guiding his compatriots into ridding the void creatures away. I am not sure. They do not seem to be heavily involved with bombarding the Family. Even with the Maverick’s anger towards the body placed within their range – and the Sword’s offerings of ideas, he hadn’t heard too many particulars on their obstructive means. So maybe they will remain unscathed. Unbothered. Not trifled with. Safe because of their hushed ministrations; rather than everyone else’s combative sway.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
