DEIMOS
He didn’t have all the answers. He might’ve been just as lost as she was, except his legs functioned; the infirmary a haunting world, a pressing ward of hallowed graces and hollowed shelves (he’d never received any good news within these sorts of places – like ghosts, like rain, like fires and LongNights). “Then we will figure it out.” We; it’d never been just her or just him, a promise, a conviction, a vow they’d made along thresholds and afters. Perhaps it would take time and patience, composure and more and more strength until they all merely fell apart – but he had other trials, other notions to explore before they frayed and gave in.
Safrin’s name spilled and whispered across the intangible void had earned its keep; he hadn’t meant to spring it upon her as a means of manipulation or finagling – an explanation of what he was doing, what he was striving to accomplish. His brow furrowed in the dark, pulling back so the piercing depths of his eyes maneuvered straight back to her onyx ones, a tilt of his head, pondering why on earth she would’ve thought the goddess was angry at her. She’d tried, she’d been mauled, and she remained here, struggling to right some supposed wrong. No, she was not mad. A pause, wondering which contortions to unravel. The parts where Safrin mentioned he wasn’t worthy of the Shield? The parts where Safrin condemned Jigano again? The nature of another surprise, when wedding bands were eventually placed upon fingers? I went to ask if you could be healed. She gave me a quest. A sad smile warped its way around his mouth, a billow of a sigh. “Yes.” Back and forth, attuned connections and the forefront of matters too close to home. “I need water from the Oasis during a full moon.” In a crystal jar, no less. He hadn’t forgotten – the container already made, waiting in his bag. Come with me? tried again, in the quiet, in the hushed platitudes, in the weight of circumstances.
Safrin’s name spilled and whispered across the intangible void had earned its keep; he hadn’t meant to spring it upon her as a means of manipulation or finagling – an explanation of what he was doing, what he was striving to accomplish. His brow furrowed in the dark, pulling back so the piercing depths of his eyes maneuvered straight back to her onyx ones, a tilt of his head, pondering why on earth she would’ve thought the goddess was angry at her. She’d tried, she’d been mauled, and she remained here, struggling to right some supposed wrong. No, she was not mad. A pause, wondering which contortions to unravel. The parts where Safrin mentioned he wasn’t worthy of the Shield? The parts where Safrin condemned Jigano again? The nature of another surprise, when wedding bands were eventually placed upon fingers? I went to ask if you could be healed. She gave me a quest. A sad smile warped its way around his mouth, a billow of a sigh. “Yes.” Back and forth, attuned connections and the forefront of matters too close to home. “I need water from the Oasis during a full moon.” In a crystal jar, no less. He hadn’t forgotten – the container already made, waiting in his bag. Come with me? tried again, in the quiet, in the hushed platitudes, in the weight of circumstances.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
