DEIMOS
A snort rumbled through their connection, as eagles were unable to adequately display his rough amusement. We had a lake that never froze. A pause, gaze back along the pool, because that hadn’t been the reminding faction, realizing he’d had too many homes to preside over, too many pathways crossed and maligned, too many fixtures, elements, lost along the way. If it hurt or scarred in those moments, he didn’t mention it. This was more like where I was born though. Isilme; foundations, where he’d gained sea legs and strength, before things began to crumble, falter, and splinter apart. But that Remi had wished was far more intriguing – if he’d had more than feathers and plumes, like brows, they would’ve been furrowed in thought. He listened to the reasoning, a shuffle of his wings in accordance with what could’ve been a shrug. If only it worked that way angled its way through; as if the Sword wouldn’t be fooled by the leisure of fate being churned by pools and wishes either. He never sought fortune tellers. He never asked the gods for fate’s plans. He never waited for threads to be cut, or to sit around, waiting for the world to tell him what to do. Action was his eloquence, scheming his canvas, calculating his oeuvre.
So Deimos would never truly give himself over to deities, to heralds, to those who prospered serendipity, kismet, and any other pre-ordained providence. His mistakes were his. His failures were his. His flaws were his. He could listen. He could justify. He could alter his path.
And what would water say? What would beasts proclaim, that they hadn’t learned for themselves along the way? Or would it matter in the slightest, the primordial wakes casting that they were too naive, too young, to have truly perceived and understood the world?
That Remi considered guidance conjured more silent thoughts and sentiments. The General might not have much to offer, no more than ripples in the deep or utterings of creatures, but was there, present, in case. What sort of guidance are you looking for?
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
