where I save you and you save me
He nodded, neither ashamed nor bothered. That dark magic had been a part of him through multiple lifetimes, a portion of cool, detached calculations and dire necessities. He didn’t wield it often now, not with so many other capabilities lurking in his pulse and ichor, but those semblances would always be the most familiar. A quick strike of unseen, intangible threads, and then the consuming nothingness.
Applying the water incantations to those seeds laid within now, his rumble was distinct and unadorned. “Yes. Behind the barrier. Circumstances certainly made it more difficult.” Being trapped. Being led and ruled by Zariah, however brief. Trying to find their way out and forward without everything else being so firmly left behind. Maybe it hadn’t mattered in the end though, because they’d all found their striding amidst the difficult and foreboding paths. “I like to think many of us made the most of our situations now.” Remi and Ronin had traversed some horrendous pitfalls on their way to where they were now, Sunjata much the same – any reflections on those who hadn’t carved into the present remained firmly lodged in his mind, pouring his attention and focus upon the ground and ensuring each seed was properly maintained.
But Amhran was onto better, brighter things, and Deimos gave him another light smile. “Thank you. That would be great.” Recalling earlier practicalities about swimming lessons, he nodded at that juncture too. “Whenever you want to go.”
Applying the water incantations to those seeds laid within now, his rumble was distinct and unadorned. “Yes. Behind the barrier. Circumstances certainly made it more difficult.” Being trapped. Being led and ruled by Zariah, however brief. Trying to find their way out and forward without everything else being so firmly left behind. Maybe it hadn’t mattered in the end though, because they’d all found their striding amidst the difficult and foreboding paths. “I like to think many of us made the most of our situations now.” Remi and Ronin had traversed some horrendous pitfalls on their way to where they were now, Sunjata much the same – any reflections on those who hadn’t carved into the present remained firmly lodged in his mind, pouring his attention and focus upon the ground and ensuring each seed was properly maintained.
But Amhran was onto better, brighter things, and Deimos gave him another light smile. “Thank you. That would be great.” Recalling earlier practicalities about swimming lessons, he nodded at that juncture too. “Whenever you want to go.”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
