DEIMOS
Tighter and tighter still, as if she might be afraid he’d fade away, and sometimes, given the option, he’d like to. It would be so much easier to fray apart and with no one asking for anything in return; deep into the recesses and voids of yesteryears, savage steps and minatory presences once in a blue moon, to eradicate or devastate something in the midst. To live without the weight of caring, of failure, upon one’s chest, spine, or shoulders. His eyes drifted down, to the Harpy, to the ground, to the rooted sanctions where he could fumble and fall, crawl into the leaf litter, wither and decay like the rest of them. When she pulled away, light smiles, she must’ve known she wasn’t getting anywhere with him – too stubborn and too drawn now to put in much effort into basking along glories and triumphs, his eyes still went back to her. A sardonic edge to his voice, a quiet snort at her admission. “Give it time.” The Sword would likely assume everything they prepared or enjoyed would eventually settle into some sort of disarray, chaos, and combined bedlam – too relegated into apprehension and treachery than to believe in the power of LongHeat. Something would sizzle and sear. Something would unravel. They’d either be ready or face another disastrous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” he added, again and again, offering his arm as they continued to walk along paths leading out of the forest, some portions of worn down trails since their admission back into these hallowed halls and copses. For everything. For anything she’d offered. For finding leaves when he’d just stood around like a fool.
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“Thank you,” he added, again and again, offering his arm as they continued to walk along paths leading out of the forest, some portions of worn down trails since their admission back into these hallowed halls and copses. For everything. For anything she’d offered. For finding leaves when he’d just stood around like a fool.
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i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
