DEIMOS
It was a familiar pattern, regardless of time and distance. He surrounded her and she tucked herself away; but she was alive, if not whole, and for now that would be enough to sate all the worries, all the trepidation, all the what-ifs his brain continued to occupy.
When she pulled away he didn’t expect the apology, head tilting as he went from studying her, to the dragon, back and forth until his attention could render on the Valkyrie. The veracity didn’t sting so much as remind; those blunt little objects against his ribs. “I was concerned when -,” well, the note of ‘death’ had earned a very stark semblance of dread. He swallowed that bite down, along with the explanation of Sunjata’s inquiry before LongNight. Perhaps it didn’t need to be said. They had a sequence of loss between the pair of them as well – and maybe he’d never thought she’d step into that threshold, no matter how many times it’d snagged and pried apart on of her own.
Even those horrific thoughts churned when she casually mentioned it – his eyes narrowing at her, then the dragon companion, uncertain where to go on those fronts – simpler, better to ask, than drive away at his presumptions once more. “What happened?”
When she pulled away he didn’t expect the apology, head tilting as he went from studying her, to the dragon, back and forth until his attention could render on the Valkyrie. The veracity didn’t sting so much as remind; those blunt little objects against his ribs. “I was concerned when -,” well, the note of ‘death’ had earned a very stark semblance of dread. He swallowed that bite down, along with the explanation of Sunjata’s inquiry before LongNight. Perhaps it didn’t need to be said. They had a sequence of loss between the pair of them as well – and maybe he’d never thought she’d step into that threshold, no matter how many times it’d snagged and pried apart on of her own.
Even those horrific thoughts churned when she casually mentioned it – his eyes narrowing at her, then the dragon companion, uncertain where to go on those fronts – simpler, better to ask, than drive away at his presumptions once more. “What happened?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
