and the only solution was to stand and fight
The no registered; signifying her role here as dutiful, and he stilled again, wondering if he could simply fade into the background. Nodding his understanding, he didn’t expect her to follow suit on her own inquiry, and the solemnity of the moment dragged down the back of his spine as it so often did when confronted with ghosts; frame begging him to forge and steel onward while his mind confronted the wraith of the present. “She was a good friend,” first and foremost. Rhiannon had always reminded him of Aisha – easily bored and rankled, akin to wanting to do well, to flourish and follow duties, to strive onward and forward even after she’d made critical errors and mistakes. Energetic, sometimes complaining about the more mundane tasks – and in the end, she’d only been trying to do her duty in the face of something so asinine. “I think, after living through so many things, we always forget how easily others are lost.” To take portions for granted; to expect to see those cherished individuals on the other side, day after day.
That too, made his blood boil; rankling the edges. He clenched his jaw tightly, eyes wandering back to her family as they extended other portions with the milling crowd. Instead of joining, he extended his hand out in introductions towards the Keeper. “I am Deimos,” he offered; figuring she knew, but felt it necessary just the same.
That too, made his blood boil; rankling the edges. He clenched his jaw tightly, eyes wandering back to her family as they extended other portions with the milling crowd. Instead of joining, he extended his hand out in introductions towards the Keeper. “I am Deimos,” he offered; figuring she knew, but felt it necessary just the same.
DEIMOS
