DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The unknown seemed almost a graceless proposition now – for all her soft smiles and excitement, Deimos’ own sentiments were filled with something akin to apprehension and dread. Not for the child itself, because that’d be another enigma to navigate when the time came, but for the way in which they’d been altered. Strength taken, snagged, and absorbed to grow and nurture something (and what would this infant even become? Even be?), while the rest of the world prepared for Deepfrost. While monsters stalked, hovered, and waited. The overprotective nuances of his existence swallowed down the consternation threatening to mottle his otherwise reticent brow, eyes falling to the floor, not even certain what to say. Had it been nearly a year since they’d had similar conversations – his concern still there, still present, still vitally, bindingly real? “And you are keeping yourselves safe?” His gaze reached back up, the tilt to his head known, his words bypassing over a thousand others that could’ve fallen from his mouth.He listened to the rest, about anniversaries and gifts, about second (or third, or fourth, or fifth, if they’re being truly honest) chances at renewing life. The beast didn’t want to diminish or quell her excitement either, not when opportunities to grasp happiness were sometimes so futile, so low, acts of desperation, fleeting and gone. “I am happy for you,” and very worried didn’t make it into his tones, but the ruminations were in his stare, regardless. “Is there anything you need?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
