DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The cheerful smile, the hearty greetings, only encouraged him to fight off a grimace. His eyes glanced around, potentially pleading for something to strike him down, not quite ready for predicted conversations to be had; not adequately prepared for the onslaught of revisiting error after error. But he followed the rest of them in, sliding the food down upon the table, gaze adjusting from any of the siblings to the rest of the house – modestly intrigued until Samuel’s words brought him back to the forefront.“Wine,” came out of his mouth immediately, the rest of the notions spiraling through his head going unsaid – pondering if it was unwise to utter give me all the alcohol you have before anything had genuinely begun. The Sword hadn’t drank himself into a stupor in lifetimes, but this felt like the right opportunity to try.
“Thank you,” came after, on pretenses of politeness because it was the only thing left in his entity, waiting for a hole to open up beneath him and swallow him into the earth. When it didn’t, he clenched his jaw, looking for avenues of escape when the opportunity truly struck, configuring windows and doors. His stare snapped back to the rest of them, hoping for something to do other than plot his flight to freedom. “Do you need anything else done?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
