all that and more

Deimos Tugged and cajoled, he wandered further into the midst, along the embankment of colors and fixations, drifting, drifting, drifting, rather than digging his heels into the earth. He considered it, just to air on the obnoxious, devilish sides, an indication and flare of primeval irritants, and juvenile accord. He could stand against hordes of hellions, irreverent and emboldened, defiant and seditious. He could mire himself upon summits, rooted into their chilling embrace, becoming another fixture, another element, of their icy, cold, and chilling design. But perhaps not here, not now. He followed, listening – eyes flicking, riveting, back to her as she mentioned pretenses and masks. How they all had their guards, their fortifications, their will to survive, too many times thwarted in their vulnerability by another who’d yearned to take advantage. By those who thought to exploit. By those who wanted to destroy them, who turned devastation and munitions back. So there was safety, shelter, sanctuary, in those they could find who didn’t give a damn about their flaws, defects, and imperfections. Who understood them and didn’t judge too harshly. Who defined acceptance, and tolerance, and could receive it in return. A hard thing to deny, once they’d found it, once they’d experienced it – the way he clutched and grasped and held those who knew him beyond stony fixtures and conniving forefronts. “Best keep him around then.” A half-smile lingered, and his gaze went away, maneuvering across the bubbling colors. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime