to stand out in the cold

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The warm burst inclined the depths of his smile, for then she was there, and with a long, low breath he waited for her to scrutinize the offerings. Arching his brow once she seemed satisfied and content, another low laugh managed its way through his lungs at her greeting. Most days after LongNights, at least from the Hollowed Grounds years, had been spent in mourning, contemplation, melancholy, and the swift upheaval. He hadn’t forgotten, after all – but sometimes time and space separated it enough that only the restlessness remained. “It is nice for a change,” he wrinkled his nose in response, bowing his head again towards her for all the grace, poise, and dignity she extended upon Halo. Power too, to alter and change and be willing to help them navigate through one more. “I prefer these days. And thank you.” How far they’d all come. With the acceptance of the proposal at large, he noted the tasks and necessities, the grin growing larger, more mischief laden and boyish, as the notions and schemes fell into place. “Perfect. Thank you again,” and hopefully they’d be seeing her sooner rather than later, with snowmen laden and ready to become part of the collective front. [FIN] master of nothing place; of recoil and grace