DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Today Deimos’ plans involved getting the dreaded paperwork out of the way before culminating in anything fun or amusing, to see if it would be beneficial and more enticing. The notions turned out to be falsehoods once he’d cut through a large stack of signing, letters, and other masses and litanies from dawn through to mid-morning, growing grumpier and far more taciturn by the minute. Sneaking out of his office thereafter had been a damned relief, and he’d marched along to the barracks the moment he had the opportunity.
Stepping within a threshold he cherished was the breather he required, and a long sigh contorted out of his lungs the moment he slid his bag from his shoulders, and the armor back over his tunic. Nodding at several of his soldiers nearby, he almost thought to join them, save for the beckoning of the climbing wall nearby. Signaling he’d be right back, long strides carried him to one of his favorite portions of the entire training grounds, already snagging at the harness and joining his brethren as several of them aimed to get to the top.
So, eventually, when anyone came to find him – as it often occurred – he’d be square in the middle of the icy, opposing fixture, the moodiness contorted into rough amusement as his hands slid amidst divets in the ice.
Stepping within a threshold he cherished was the breather he required, and a long sigh contorted out of his lungs the moment he slid his bag from his shoulders, and the armor back over his tunic. Nodding at several of his soldiers nearby, he almost thought to join them, save for the beckoning of the climbing wall nearby. Signaling he’d be right back, long strides carried him to one of his favorite portions of the entire training grounds, already snagging at the harness and joining his brethren as several of them aimed to get to the top.
So, eventually, when anyone came to find him – as it often occurred – he’d be square in the middle of the icy, opposing fixture, the moodiness contorted into rough amusement as his hands slid amidst divets in the ice.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
