Deimos
we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in
The wedding preparation for Remi and Ronin’s union might’ve been the easier stretch of festivities for Deimos: because no sooner had they accomplished their tasks, did Amalia note that he didn’t have any appropriate attire for such an event (work clothes and blood-stained garments were deemed unsuitable and unbecoming). By the time she’d finished with him, he’d not only ended up creating matching outfits (gray and gold, emblazoned and tucked and shrouded in a certain level of finery Deimos was certain he’d never be able to replicate – stars, stars, stars, edges of gilded tapestry for mutual representation), but actually trimmed his beard for the first time in what felt like centuries. Long locks had been pulled back into a bun, tunic collar smoothed down, and pants unwrinkled. He might’ve been uncomfortable had this not been for their friends, allies, and comrades.that's how the l i g h t gets in
Amalia’s hand tucked in his arm, they strolled down the pathway – and it was intriguing to see everything they’d done suddenly come together: enlightened and regal, sunset altering to evening, the orbs of light like will-o-wisps, the fields sanctioned for their ceremony, the shrine in the background created by all of them - elements signifying everything all at once. The hanging lanterns, the archway, the musical device, and the cakes and pastries (which he eyed instinctively), were matters of achieved perfection, and even he had to smile at the pieces, at the assembly, at the work, at the notion that it was happening.
The beast gave a nod and wave to several kin nearby; especially Rexanna, waiting for Amalia, seeing if she wanted to offer their congratulations and greetings to the presiding couple.
keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word
