all that and more

Deimos Truthfully, when he felt the need, the man was blunt and honest. Except he often didn’t feel the need to express every sentiment, rumination, scheme, or plot that spun their way through his mind. In Helovia, they’d been menacing, cruel things, how best to manipulate or coerce an individual, how far they’d have to go before war was waged, how to conquer kingdoms and maintain crowns. Here though, primordial factions of his inherent tendencies simply remained, chiseled, carved, as much as the blades honed in his hands. “Old habits.” He shrugged, the warm smile still present, not remotely bothered by the accusation. Openly expressing or emoting wasn’t natural for him – nor was portioning or piecing away information about himself (which, unfortunately, was how poor Rexanna hadn’t known about his relationship with Amalia until almost a year later). Private, reserved, reticent, mistakenly so at times, except to those who knew him well. He watched her rocks skip, tipping the scales on her second attempt. A smirk entangled its way along his mouth, but as was previously stated, he gave naught away. Instead, he reached another stone, felt the smooth conjectures in his hand, and threw. The water happened to correspond with his ability to control its movements, and so it was no surprise when the rock suddenly launched five times, when it should’ve only been three. A picture-perfect glance of innocence was rendered towards Kiada, but he, as expected, gave away nothing. The act of becoming used to the contentment, happiness, flowing through the Attuned bond – especially when directed towards him – still brought him strange bouts of discernment and self-deprecation. A portion of him almost argued that fact of deserving it (did he?), but it was nullified by her embrace, a snort following. “Thank you,” wrapping one arm around her to tuck her form against his side. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime