all that and more

Deimos Twists and turns of wordplay amidst and amongst Kiada’s presence were only for amusements – he was not fond of manipulation of narratives in other venues, like Jigano’s preferred tactics – instigating and inviting the playful refrains. He’d rather meander there then in the harsh, unrelenting melancholy both, and many more, had faced. He glanced down at her as her bony elbow went to dig into his side, muffing a quiet snort, at her actions, and at her first set of words. “Would hate for it to go to waste,” the Sword retorted, the corners of his mouth emerging into a snicker. In truth, he’d made it for the Harpy for whatever battle she was damned and doomed to face, whether it be something amidst these fickle ramparts, or further down the line, the world breathing down their necks. Then came the notions of sentiments, ruminations, and revelations he’d craved to ask, but couldn’t find the right tones, phrases, or notions for. She grew quiet, and he narrowed his eyes, awaiting some trace of preparation for imminent battle, or the downward slide of another year for her to lie in wait. The latter came out eventually, and he wasn’t certain how to feel. Proud, that she understood she wasn’t ready to face the monsters, the certain hell, the debilitating anguish again? Saddened for her, because those doors still couldn’t close, those chapters couldn’t be solidified? He settled for his gaze back upon the blend of hues, the softened palette of soil and earth, head bowed in thought, before bringing it back up, a long, slow inhale and exhale flickering through his form. “Smart. Better to prepare.” Because it was; and maybe by the next LongNight she’d be all the more potent and powerful. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime