after fury
what do you do
Arms curled into his space and he knew immediately who it was, released an arc of tension in the depths of his shoulders, leaning back into her embrace because it was all he had at this juncture. There was a strangled knot in his throat, gnarled and twisted, a dull ache because some portion of him had to relish this and only this, LongNight’s depths mercurial, tempestuous, and cantankerous at best, and the other notions, ruminations, and sentiments far, far worse. They were capable, stalwart, and mighty, but so many others had been too – He didn’t shake his head, but the thought was there, trying to ease the thoughts back into his skull, down the etchings of his spine, where they could remain as ghosts and wraiths amidst the rest. “Hello,” he murmured, hands reaching for hers, incapable of voicing anything else or giving himself away. The beast had no intention of breaking down in this open, public space, with the world searing and immersed within, when he didn’t want to stay here, yearning to chase after those he cherished for eternity and ensure their safety, their comfort, their protection. It was habit. It was routine. It was commitment and conviction and everything he craved. But he couldn’t have it. So his lungs held back and fingers plucked at the little charm lying on the table, lithe and compact and capable of being set within her necklace or along a woven thread tied upon her shield. “Take this,” he offered, silver and starlit, amidst the finer things he’d ever had to proffer or extend her way.
with the remains?
DEIMOS
