all that and more

Deimos If he wished to remain unattainable, unreachable, it would’ve been an easy task. He’d practiced for far too long in the art of frozen pretenses, on the plains of apathy and disinterest, on pretending as if nothing around him mattered – while he plotted, while he schemed, while he mused, while he scaled chilling ramparts and diminished his enemies, his adversaries, one by one. But Kiada was none of the latter, and so while he could remain in jocular, impish formation, he’d give her far more than many other individuals. But his ministrations and machinations here instigated a laugh – not lethality, not fatality, not irreverence, and his eyes riveted back to her, a fixture of strength and amusement for the moment. “Fair enough. I am not certain anyone deserves such abuse.” The mountain could think of past opponents and foes who might’ve warranted the notion, but none of them existed here. Out of some bitter amusement, he thought of Jigano, and sending him off to lecture the Merciless to death. But that also lent to far deeper ruins, so he left the sentiments and ruminations aside. Besides, she’d uttered something that piqued his intrigue. Bodyguard? His brow arched once more, given a multitude of exercise along these venues, slightly confused by the statement. Did she mean for herself – because he’d always ascertained the Harpy didn’t want protection, didn’t want Shields or Swords hovering over her, didn’t want their overbearing countenances striving to guard her from anything and everything. That she was strong, enduring, and capable enough on her own. “For who?” resounded and reverberated instead. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime