DEIMOS
Her words resonated far deeper than she’d probably ever realize – not certain if anyone had believed they were fortunate to have him in their lives. It settled and wrapped around the icy chambers of his heart, the chambers thawing, the glacier remnants pooling into melted expanses. He shifted, mostly out of the unknown, not sure what to say to such a statement – half-intending to snort or self-deprecate it away. No one in Helovia ever seemed to find themselves seeking him out for anything other than ambitions, aspirations, challenges, duels, or bludgeoning factions. He’d been bold and intimidating and altogether menacing, every intention layered and lacquered to his nefarious inclinations, protecting those mountains until his last breath, until his last heartbeat. He’d sacrificed and pledged, then died; a cycle of every warrior’s bounty and proclamations. And now? Now what – The beast ended up chuckling, not glancing her way, but there was an inward, pervading essence coiled around his soul, surrounding their attuned bond, of comfort and composure, of satisfaction and contentment, softer, not a hardened expanse where anything that strived to reach him would be crushed in immediate irreverence. Thank you, he chuffed. Maybe that was all that needed to be said. Maybe that was all that he needed.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
