DEIMOS
His own eyes went across the mirror; along pathways of overhanging Palaces and piles of snow, to a world he protected with every breath. Sentiments of persistence, of perseverance, of promises and convictions knelt in between the lines of cobblestones and pathways, where the hardened sanctions of Halovians lived and defied. And he’d always do the same, head low, gaze on the necessities, on the fundamentals.
That Hadama knew Alys in passing was enough, and he inclined his head, tilting it back towards the springs, the nourishing warmth. Much like fragments. Dripping water, an enormous underground space. Much like Safrin’s warnings, written in Koa’s books. Flickers of bright violet, writhing, markings on something enormous. With many, many tentacles.
That Hadama knew Alys in passing was enough, and he inclined his head, tilting it back towards the springs, the nourishing warmth. Much like fragments. Dripping water, an enormous underground space. Much like Safrin’s warnings, written in Koa’s books. Flickers of bright violet, writhing, markings on something enormous. With many, many tentacles.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
