DEIMOS
After several weeks and no answer from Ru, that cold, unsettling dread crept down his spine. No matter how many times he’d read the letter, or waited for a response, the apprehension never lessened, contorting in its own web of gnarled knots and roots, taking a firm hold in his ribcage. Foreboding always had a home there; nested and broken. He’d had aspirations and ambitions alongside her own; that she’d be fine amidst King’s End, that she’d grow and prosper, that there would be the promise laden between her thoughts of the Flood and all they could conquer. And despite every single one of his doubts, and their arguments, off she’d gone – and here they were once more. Wading around, catching a spiral of tethers and lines, with the Sword trying to chase down paths and clues.
For his part, he wondered if she’d been purposefully avoiding him. Granting a notice of life, then nothing more. And that was an irritating combination that nagged and nestled too, so as he took to Torchline, presuming she’d met up with Flora, it began a restless arch in the back of his mind. He knew better though. If she didn’t want to be found, she seemed to know the exact way to evade.
Going through the marketplace had strung together a few glimpses here and there, so by midafternoon he’d settled beside the Miana Pool, ignoring the beckoning, clouding skies overhead, not entirely impressed with the promise of screams once more. Head down, he sat upon one of the larger stones, rustling through his parchment and crossing off portions and places already visited. Permitting himself to add what little notes he could, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck where the frustration and trepidation were beginning to seethe.
For his part, he wondered if she’d been purposefully avoiding him. Granting a notice of life, then nothing more. And that was an irritating combination that nagged and nestled too, so as he took to Torchline, presuming she’d met up with Flora, it began a restless arch in the back of his mind. He knew better though. If she didn’t want to be found, she seemed to know the exact way to evade.
Going through the marketplace had strung together a few glimpses here and there, so by midafternoon he’d settled beside the Miana Pool, ignoring the beckoning, clouding skies overhead, not entirely impressed with the promise of screams once more. Head down, he sat upon one of the larger stones, rustling through his parchment and crossing off portions and places already visited. Permitting himself to add what little notes he could, he sighed, rubbing at the back of his neck where the frustration and trepidation were beginning to seethe.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
