the stars lined our heartbeats

Deimos

we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in

This force was bewitching, enticing, and alluring, drawn deep within him like a well, in danger of overflowing. He knew the tastes of affection, the relishing, savoring contortions of devotion, wanted and craved and loved it over and over and over again – a brand of fervency all their own. He cherished their teasing and he sunk into their barbs without a care, taking and snaring and snagging on what he could have, on what she’d grant, on what he could offer in return. Different they might have been, the better for it – and still fervent, still rapacious, still ravenous along their fissures, furies, and ventures. Deimos was blessed and knew it, understood it, but couldn’t fathom how or why she would have bothered with dark things and nefarious beacons like him, torn between those columns of iniquity and stalwart regards, clustered, coiled, contorted in the mercurial whims of tempestuous storms. So he stood in her wake, in her light, in her earth, and basked for as long as he was able, for as long as she would permit, forgoing shadows for the lure, for the chance, for the opportunity to be a figment in her orbit.

Like here, like now, in the passing breaths and perimeters of dances, the music striking, lilting, reveries and filaments of yesteryear billowing over his surface; not so broken, not so haunted, not so forlorn in the press and depths of her grace. He didn’t let go (wouldn’t) as she drifted behind, as he glanced over his shoulder, as he strived to maneuver her alongside him, a curious entanglement of bemusement caught on his features. Then she ceased, a lilting, taunting song, one for him, for him, for him, that he caught and lined along his ribs. “That would narrow down your options.” It earned her a laugh too, one so rarely carefree it surprised him, but warm and inviting all the same. A brow arched thereafter, and his face went purposefully stoic, pretenses hinged on their preamble, on their preludes, to ongoing volleys and ridiculous accords. “Are there any other qualifications?”

keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word