we're all killers
Dissipation of the goddess, and with that, the rigidity in his spine was not so prominent, the taut lines and tethers anchoring him to the floor not so ensnaring and binding, free to glance, free to wonder, free to escape. Something unsettled ruffled along his skin, skimming over and along the surface, discomfort, apprehension, and unexplainable venues – but he cannot ignore the notion that the Voice had returned and revitalized the Penumbra, no matter how much his machinations, calculations, might try. Bright smiles, a renewal, instigated the slightest curve of a smirk along his mouth, nodding his head, but asking for naught. “You are welcome.” He’d rather see her proud and powerful, potent and determined again, than the echoes of last season – impalements, lifeforce dwindling, a seizing, searing mess of what the world could shape and shift. Eager and fervent to evade the world and shrine behind the bookshelf, he applied to her wink, maneuvering out and out of the boundaries.
DEIMOS
