fracture patterns

Deimos Too many other aspirations and ambitions, missions, tasks, and other monumental wakes they were apt to traverse upon – he nodded towards the Dark Star, eyes not glancing back at any other puddles. Their notions were gone, their images transient, the world a far more tangible place without the beckoning of things he’d once had, and couldn’t have, again. Instead his gaze shifted from ramparts of roots and forest floors, back towards the other man as he began to drift along the Stonesong, a formidable, tracing distance. “Likewise,” he snorted, half a smirk embedded along his mouth. There were many more things he could’ve said, warnings, ultimatums, but all the blistering sensations of past seasons seemed to decay and wither, gone, assuaged, mended by time and the force of his vitriol already delivered, granted. So he shifted his head towards Zuriel, a beckoning motion in their next direction, perhaps onto things that wouldn’t remind him of ancient eras. {-FIN} Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime