Over the past few years, journeys had been collectively about plotting. Solving problems. Enduring trials and tribulations. Putting themselves at risk for the greater good. Meetings to strategize the next round of conundrums. This one, however, was about celebration, a conviction, the way love endured over all the suffering. Gods knew Remi and Ronin had persevered through the mass of conflicts and chaos, still bonded and banded together after the endless and eternal escapades of malice and menace, of cruelty and conniving steps.
So for this sojourn, amidst peace and repose, relief and serenity, Deimos had to remember what that felt like. Lighter, more at ease across his shoulders, not bearing the weight of multitudes, but would take some time to recall he wasn’t heading off to another part of war as they ventured towards Torchline, and gathered themselves amidst the fold. “Want to go offer our congratulations first?” He whispered to Evie, bending his head towards her ear, keeping her hand tucked along his elbow, eyes gazing over the already surging crowd.
And spotting Edrei. Rexanna.
His gaze widened, unable to recall if Remi had mentioned bringing the masses of those departed back into the fold – breath tightening a little, a grin forming back over his features. Letting go of those primordial inhibitions to stray and hide and cling to the shadows because of those haunting eaves – he caughtRexanna ‘s gaze, granting a wink.
So for this sojourn, amidst peace and repose, relief and serenity, Deimos had to remember what that felt like. Lighter, more at ease across his shoulders, not bearing the weight of multitudes, but would take some time to recall he wasn’t heading off to another part of war as they ventured towards Torchline, and gathered themselves amidst the fold. “Want to go offer our congratulations first?” He whispered to Evie, bending his head towards her ear, keeping her hand tucked along his elbow, eyes gazing over the already surging crowd.
And spotting Edrei. Rexanna.
His gaze widened, unable to recall if Remi had mentioned bringing the masses of those departed back into the fold – breath tightening a little, a grin forming back over his features. Letting go of those primordial inhibitions to stray and hide and cling to the shadows because of those haunting eaves – he caught
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
