Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
A hushed dominion settled over him, when everything was said and done, finalized, a stillness before any apprehension could press and extort; breaths calm and composed, giving away absolutely nothing as a knock resounded along the door. Found again, despite the attempt at seclusion (and he could remember a time when no one came towards him, when no one bothered, when no one even glimpsed towards his lurking shadow). His eyes flickered over to the table, to any ramparts or hints left within, but the secrets were cast, ablaze, and locked accordingly; and so he permitted the entrance without any other emotion segmented upon his brow, or bounding in his chest. The piercing gaze lifted as the door swung, he might’ve guessed who it was before Auni had leapt towards him, simply based on antics and upheavals, arching a singular brow towards Kiada while his hands scratched at the luxere’s ears.
The smirk might have said far more than she ever could – and then the following resonation within his skull did the rest. An alteration, a change, a position of strength she’d once harbored and harpooned and craved, now hers all the more. In response, Deimos shifted away from the kitchen, more towards the table, pulling a chair away, invitation expressed. Not at all. It was the truth – there were others he might have growled at to go away, mood soured by their essence, but never for the Harpy. A fair amount of pride pulsed along its deep rumble, for her, for all her achievements, for all the luster she’d gained after everything else scattered and scarred its way through her soul – tilting his head, bestowing a quiet smile of his own. “Congratulations.”
The smirk might have said far more than she ever could – and then the following resonation within his skull did the rest. An alteration, a change, a position of strength she’d once harbored and harpooned and craved, now hers all the more. In response, Deimos shifted away from the kitchen, more towards the table, pulling a chair away, invitation expressed. Not at all. It was the truth – there were others he might have growled at to go away, mood soured by their essence, but never for the Harpy. A fair amount of pride pulsed along its deep rumble, for her, for all her achievements, for all the luster she’d gained after everything else scattered and scarred its way through her soul – tilting his head, bestowing a quiet smile of his own. “Congratulations.”
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
