Deimos would be amongst the first to admit that he’d missed many a quiet, or amusing, moment due to the weight of other things. Trepidation. Apprehension. Melancholy. Being consumed by duty or defiance, racing to the edges and never knowing when it would drop off – to another level of worry, deceit, or malice, carved to look like commitment and obligation. It would swallow a soul slowly, until there was nothing left but bones; and even then, they’d be expected to bear the world. He couldn’t be guilty about playing; because he’d tried and tried and tried to find Ru, and if she wasn’t here, then she was elsewhere, and there would be one more surface, one more place, one more pursuit – dogged determination didn’t need to fade or die. It just moved, the goal further ahead but still there just the same. Sohalia’s worries wouldn’t delay progress or make Stormbreak crumble faster – nor would a game. If anything, maybe it was a necessity, to cease the doubts and trials for one instant.
Perhaps was all that came through though – his attention honed in on the maneuvering kids. Now with two its, he pivoted sharply, long strides sweeping around the turns of the bonfire. One seemed ready to antagonize his friends though, giggling as rapid little strides kept him hurtling towards a smaller individual, and the stick was passed quickly. But the other seemed wholly intent on getting Sohalia back, shifting in a defiant screech and a wide grin, reaching out to grab at a tail or tufts of fur.
Perhaps was all that came through though – his attention honed in on the maneuvering kids. Now with two its, he pivoted sharply, long strides sweeping around the turns of the bonfire. One seemed ready to antagonize his friends though, giggling as rapid little strides kept him hurtling towards a smaller individual, and the stick was passed quickly. But the other seemed wholly intent on getting Sohalia back, shifting in a defiant screech and a wide grin, reaching out to grab at a tail or tufts of fur.
Deimos
I will either find a way, or make one
