[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

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

He watched, waited, and listened, eyes flickering back and forth over Amalia’s form, studying and examining in the interim. She found a room – likely the door behind them, still and silent now, and the pool harbored something, which didn’t surprise him. None of these intervals were innocent or unclaimed; lurking in those eternal fixtures. The thunder rumbling was enough for him to consider departing as well – he’d been in enough dramatics surrounding cave-ins and buildings threatening to fall around his head to take the ominous plunge for what it was. Agreed, and he extended his wings again, following after, the waterfall not something to be further explored today – a later venture, well after LongNight, perhaps when repose was in place and the intertwining, foreboding crusades weren’t so prevalent. He landed beside Zuriel, shifting once more, patting her head and grabbing hold of the bag. At Amalia’s question though, he lost all semblance of stoicism – a bright smile revealing any and all contentment with their discoveries. “We went into the portal book,” his eyes floated to it now, riveting on the cover for a moment, wondering if they should place the items back on the shelf. “It held a number of crossroads. But the only ones that appeared to us were the Spire, Mathair, and Citadel.” There was an obvious inflection upon the word; new and foreign and something else pressing into the possibilities after LongNight. “It was in the mountains.” Given more time, more opportunity, he might have studied and surveyed, but the pride and exuberance in his voice was likely enough to portray his enthusiasm for a world he thought once lost – drifting only in sleep or hazy memories. “We could not go any further. The book showed us scenes.” His hands darted for the portal tome once more, not opening it this time, hands enclosed and held tight over its covers, aiming to place it back where it belonged. -- Deimos shifts back when they hit the ground, relates what they saw to Amalia, and picks the portal book up to put it back on the bookshelf. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate