DEIMOS
The Sword expected the teasing, the amusement spiraling along the surface, and were it not for a more serious proclamation and goal, he likely would’ve laughed at the situation as well. “It is for Amalia,” came on another rumble, probably already guessed and estimated – since he wouldn’t have marched towards Safrin’s shrine again for himself. Other assertions and predilections scoured his mind for a moment, rummaging in his bag to ensure he had some others already collected, insinuated, tilitng his head to study their measures and platitudes, their curling fronds or intact positions. “Something new.” The beginnings of life, green and verdant, leaflets beginning to soak up the sun.
His eyes peered along the edges of canopies, where branches extended, where boughs didn’t break, pondering upon their offerings, gazing over different ranges of decay and demolition – the heat not doing much to aid in his acquisitions. Zuriel turned her head to address Kiada as she thanked and acknowledged the healing efforts (and Deimos gave no indication of how much he’d been crushed and damaged, heart clenched in his chest, seeing her lying there like that – and then after). The unicorn granted her a nod, leaning into the scratch, would’ve smiled and grinned if she could, instead there was a generous toss of her haughty, regal head, and then continuing on with Auni.
So instead of miring himself into continued, darkened corridors and avenues, instead of dragging his soul through the shadows once more, he corresponded into something lighter; intentionally poking and provoking. Amalia and I are engaged.
His eyes peered along the edges of canopies, where branches extended, where boughs didn’t break, pondering upon their offerings, gazing over different ranges of decay and demolition – the heat not doing much to aid in his acquisitions. Zuriel turned her head to address Kiada as she thanked and acknowledged the healing efforts (and Deimos gave no indication of how much he’d been crushed and damaged, heart clenched in his chest, seeing her lying there like that – and then after). The unicorn granted her a nod, leaning into the scratch, would’ve smiled and grinned if she could, instead there was a generous toss of her haughty, regal head, and then continuing on with Auni.
So instead of miring himself into continued, darkened corridors and avenues, instead of dragging his soul through the shadows once more, he corresponded into something lighter; intentionally poking and provoking. Amalia and I are engaged.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
