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Deimos The rush of the sea, the swell of salty air, continued to spiral its siren song against him, and he adhered to it, following the beckoning lines. Perhaps it was the integral ocean in him, the elements of the Moonlit Tides rising to the forefront, seemingly forgotten once he’d landed within the mountains, had the auroras take over what was left of his nefarious soul. His eyes didn’t leave the horizon, except to regard Kiada, hundreds of inquiries on the tip of his tongue, and none voiced for the moment, partaking in the precious realms of silence, of her presence, instead. Then the Sword wandered forward, gazing into the rainbow hues, the hot, springing geysers, watching as they spouted from the earth, reminders of other worlds, other times, other places he knew and understood, could recite by rote. “Almost,” he smirked in response to the Harpy, advancing, crouching down to the lingering waters, half-tempted, as always, to regard with a series of boldness. He refrained though, merely allowing it for a chance to study, examine, and scrutinize. “Or the lights.” That they used to see against a twilight backdrop, sizzling across the sky, vivid and bright. His features bounded back into a neutral countenance while he stared and peered, calculating efforts hovering over more emotional nuances. “How are you?” No digging, no prying, save for the essence of her being – piercing eyes finally riveting back to her. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime