fair warning

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Deimos was not a dreamer – he didn’t dwell in fanciful, whimsical interludes; a beast bent to more tangible concoctions and creations, where he could mold machinations and calculations, where reality simmered and scalded. But the notion of mountains and the ocean was enough to let him imagine, just a for a single, solitary moment, where they wouldn’t have to stay amidst these haunted Hollowed Grounds, where tyrant Queens were not plotting new ways to condemn, where salt met the sea, where summits rose towards the sky. It was a craving for things he once had, once absorbed, once clenched and grasped onto; surroundings and existences that had taught him loyalty, honor, amidst the calamities and discords. “Interesting,” he said, a little flatter; as if the mere inclination of those worlds didn’t send his thoughts swarming into hope and warm regard – not wanting them to launch, be released, too high; not when everything else was too murky, too drawn, too chaotic. But then it was the Spire again, and he’d rather have dwelled on themes of waves and how far currents could travel, if there was an end and a beginning, if he could scale cliffs with his bare hands and never have to set foot near some nasty manor – there was the ridiculous column instead. His gaze narrowed again, listening with a distinct manner of nonchalance and reticence, clambering right back into his wretched, apathetic demeanor when lost in thought, when forced into paradigms and quandaries that were likely to get him, or many others involved, mauled and killed. The fact that Jigano was permitting Rory to go down surprised him – the intense rush of constant apprehension and consternation towards Amalia’s wellbeing, his own, and the rest of their team in that condemning hellhole had been enough without the unrelenting bombardment of poison, insects, and whatever else the open room had concocted. Instead, his tone was flatter, any exhilaration from the discovery of other worlds completely gone and barren. “Dangerous? We were set on fire.” Perhaps they’d been too busy in the earth mound to hear him and Vai set ablaze, an explosion rocking through the core of the foundation with no subtlety – the knowledge of this tactic didn’t make him feel any better. “Is this supposed to convince me to go?” His humor was sharp and cold, acerbic, the dread already creeping in. "There must be a better way," he mulled, hands looking for the armor again to chafe and bristle against. "Can we not uproot them? Would that stop them..." His voice rounded off when his eyes went to the ground, glancing at other plant life nearby. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate