DEIMOS
A walk into a monotonous sort of haze droned and drowned out the soulless platitudes – movements bringing them closer and closer to the settlement. The world hadn’t dissipated, hadn’t been dissuaded, straight back into its dose of reality, the hum of normalcy, used to losing its monarchs, to the rise and fall, to pariahs and fools. He raised his head to stare over the ramparts, for his gaze to routinely scrape over surroundings, and circumvent back around to those gathered, watching as the misplaced Grounders found their way back to their homes. The fortunate, fortuitous ones might find nothing misplaced or out of turn. He didn’t permit his thoughts to wander towards those who wouldn’t have any foundation of the latter; jaw tightly clenched again as he stilled, to let them pass, to witness their movements down into so-called sanctities. He wasn’t certain if there were any sanctuaries any longer; save for those created with people, rather than places.
And even those were lost, over time.
The beast could feel his moroseness returning, and had no intention of allowing it to linger here, in the stead of Kiada and Chulane. One sharp inhale had Zuriel shaking her cranium, snagging another treat (and intentionally nipping lightly at one of Auni’s ears), and lingering near his side, the silent summons entreating the end of today’s schisms. He nodded towards Kiada’s decision, indicating the place, but not the time. “When you are ready.” No rush, no fervency, no zeal; the grief too poignant, the aftermath too overwhelming. All of them had hordes of sentiments to resolve, contemplate, and digest without being pummeled into the seams by an impending dinner. He trusted the Harpy would let them know when she’d want them there – and he could prepare Amalia, and whatever dishes were meant to be served.
Then the Sword gave a nod to both, presuming he’d see them come and go soon – considering the circumstances surrounding them now, in between pyres, funerals, and memorials. “See you then.” A wave, a sentiment of contentment sent to Kiada, before he took his leave, parting ways with them at roads and crossways.
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And even those were lost, over time.
The beast could feel his moroseness returning, and had no intention of allowing it to linger here, in the stead of Kiada and Chulane. One sharp inhale had Zuriel shaking her cranium, snagging another treat (and intentionally nipping lightly at one of Auni’s ears), and lingering near his side, the silent summons entreating the end of today’s schisms. He nodded towards Kiada’s decision, indicating the place, but not the time. “When you are ready.” No rush, no fervency, no zeal; the grief too poignant, the aftermath too overwhelming. All of them had hordes of sentiments to resolve, contemplate, and digest without being pummeled into the seams by an impending dinner. He trusted the Harpy would let them know when she’d want them there – and he could prepare Amalia, and whatever dishes were meant to be served.
Then the Sword gave a nod to both, presuming he’d see them come and go soon – considering the circumstances surrounding them now, in between pyres, funerals, and memorials. “See you then.” A wave, a sentiment of contentment sent to Kiada, before he took his leave, parting ways with them at roads and crossways.
{FIN}
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
