I carried my own ashes to the mountains
If someone had told Deimos coming to the masquerade would be akin to a mini vacation on its own, he wouldn’t have believed them. But for whatever reason – his lack of social graces, his menacing aura, his introverted essence, or for anything else – everyone left him alone.
Content, perhaps even elated with this turn of events, he still watched from behind his mask; always alert, eyes flickering over people moving about. Some came from the shadows, at which he snorted, and others maneuvered back and forth, conversing and chatting.
Thereafter, he shrugged, helped himself to some portions of sausages and biscuits, then pondered over taking home leftovers to the rest of the Ignatius clan – before moving away from the table, walking along the outer edges and pathways while he munched.
Content, perhaps even elated with this turn of events, he still watched from behind his mask; always alert, eyes flickering over people moving about. Some came from the shadows, at which he snorted, and others maneuvered back and forth, conversing and chatting.
Thereafter, he shrugged, helped himself to some portions of sausages and biscuits, then pondered over taking home leftovers to the rest of the Ignatius clan – before moving away from the table, walking along the outer edges and pathways while he munched.
DEIMOS
