DEIMOS
Perhaps he should’ve been more surprised she’d yet to mount a league of vengeance once more; either by lacerations, demise, arson, or something greater, as they’d done in the past. Maybe she was used to the infernos of Sunjata’s fringes; had known, sooner or later, what they’d tried to carve and sculpt would whittle away – an expectation of the inevitable. Or his own projections situated heavily in the matter; Deimos would always admit to being judgmental, wary, dubious, following patterns when others showed their hand. Was Ru stronger for all of her hardships, had death turned a significant tide, or was it a combination of so many things put together all at once, from fronts to differences to growth in the face of another cracked picture?
His brows furrowed again on the depiction of said heart – and closed his mouth when it threatened to unfurl multitudes on that subject. The trust hadn’t been there regardless then – otherwise, why the need for more tangible promises? Had they known he wouldn’t be able to keep the bargain of loyalty and devotion? The Sword’s own experiences differed greatly, and he once more felt the love, benedictions, convictions he and Evie shared for one another was all-encompassing, what he’d always prefer over the high wire line of what Ru and Sunjata had tried to accomplish.
“I see,” he breathed and funneled, dropping his head on top of hers for some semblance of comfort and quiet strength. When she didn’t seem upset, just embittered, while he was still reeling through the transgressions and occurrences, he wondered if this had been an easier break than before; a fracture, a division, a culmination of inescapable means. So he just listened, to the way she churned and plotted, like so many other times before – willing to say she was known and cherished, history regardless, at least by him. “I am proud of you,” he murmured first, the low rumble in his chest calm, abiding. She was working on a resurgence and retribution by other means. “You have always been more than him.” So she’d take and snag the opportunity of freedom and liberation again, entanglements of freedom without the vivid recourse of so many times before. He tucked a smile within once she announced self-exploring was a vile situation; quiet sounds of amusement to cut through the heartache. “Have you thought about where?” A step in whatever direction.
His brows furrowed again on the depiction of said heart – and closed his mouth when it threatened to unfurl multitudes on that subject. The trust hadn’t been there regardless then – otherwise, why the need for more tangible promises? Had they known he wouldn’t be able to keep the bargain of loyalty and devotion? The Sword’s own experiences differed greatly, and he once more felt the love, benedictions, convictions he and Evie shared for one another was all-encompassing, what he’d always prefer over the high wire line of what Ru and Sunjata had tried to accomplish.
“I see,” he breathed and funneled, dropping his head on top of hers for some semblance of comfort and quiet strength. When she didn’t seem upset, just embittered, while he was still reeling through the transgressions and occurrences, he wondered if this had been an easier break than before; a fracture, a division, a culmination of inescapable means. So he just listened, to the way she churned and plotted, like so many other times before – willing to say she was known and cherished, history regardless, at least by him. “I am proud of you,” he murmured first, the low rumble in his chest calm, abiding. She was working on a resurgence and retribution by other means. “You have always been more than him.” So she’d take and snag the opportunity of freedom and liberation again, entanglements of freedom without the vivid recourse of so many times before. He tucked a smile within once she announced self-exploring was a vile situation; quiet sounds of amusement to cut through the heartache. “Have you thought about where?” A step in whatever direction.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
