DEIMOS
Unfortunately, Deimos was probably much more used to malice than incompetence; and often the combination struck out at him, wounds festering whether it’d been implied or driven. Perhaps he’d grown weary of the silence, left to fill his head with all sorts of notions and stories that depicted worse, barbaric things than anyone should have to behold or concoct. Then the worry and apprehension increased, and between searching for her amidst two seasons, tending to his family and the region, there was only so much to be done when the effort was one-sided. Hence the thought of simply walking around, doing his best to gather information. If he turned one more corner, or sought one more notation, maybe she’d been seen, spotted, out in the wild.
He had no expectations of today, regardless of those sentiments. The Sword had grown used to disappointment and confusion amongst the turmoil. They went hand in hand sometimes, a lock-step stride full of endeavors and nothingness.
So he thought naught of the words echoing across dunes and tides, jotting along another line of dictation, before the recognition of the voice, not the sentiments, caused his head to jerk upwards. And there, just like she’d been meant to flicker around the currents, was Ru – and a dragon overhead.
Blinking, he sat there muted for an instant; idly wondering if he’d lost enough sleep to be hallucinating. But when the creature called and beckoned from above, he arched his brow, placing the notebook upon a rock as the Valkyrie came running towards him. Out of habit, familiarity, all the relief beginning to rattle around his chest, he opened his arms, let her come flying into them as she’d done many times before. “Hey,” he offered in a low rumble, letting her be surrounded by his presence if she needed, wanted, it. “I kept trying to find you.”
He had no expectations of today, regardless of those sentiments. The Sword had grown used to disappointment and confusion amongst the turmoil. They went hand in hand sometimes, a lock-step stride full of endeavors and nothingness.
So he thought naught of the words echoing across dunes and tides, jotting along another line of dictation, before the recognition of the voice, not the sentiments, caused his head to jerk upwards. And there, just like she’d been meant to flicker around the currents, was Ru – and a dragon overhead.
Blinking, he sat there muted for an instant; idly wondering if he’d lost enough sleep to be hallucinating. But when the creature called and beckoned from above, he arched his brow, placing the notebook upon a rock as the Valkyrie came running towards him. Out of habit, familiarity, all the relief beginning to rattle around his chest, he opened his arms, let her come flying into them as she’d done many times before. “Hey,” he offered in a low rumble, letting her be surrounded by his presence if she needed, wanted, it. “I kept trying to find you.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
