DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
All a part of the game they’d built up, fortified, measured in their regard for one another. Sometimes simplistic, eternally amusing, meant to rid away the other cataclysms of the world – and his focus was solely on her. No trials, no tribulations, no wounds, no burdens, only an emboldened indication pulled along his features. His gaze drew, along her taut form, along her shiver, along her fire and flames, along the cinders, embers, stoking the coals, raking, taking, biding his time. Rarely impetuous, purposefully meticulous, he arched a brow at her comment, at the yes, and then the if-
Another challenge, another goading, another provocation coiled in muscles and sinew, tendrils of promises, further intrigue, foolishness, and everything else they’d managed to notch between.
No need for words then, as he took a measured leap across the pool, long limbs making short work – nodding his head, expecting her to bolt, to flee, to escape, to evade, for the sake of bemusements, and reverential regard.
Another challenge, another goading, another provocation coiled in muscles and sinew, tendrils of promises, further intrigue, foolishness, and everything else they’d managed to notch between.
No need for words then, as he took a measured leap across the pool, long limbs making short work – nodding his head, expecting her to bolt, to flee, to escape, to evade, for the sake of bemusements, and reverential regard.
I belong to you
the way the moon belongs to the stars
the way the moon belongs to the stars
