DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
To be suspicious of others was par for the course; history hadn’t been kind to many in these worlds. Underestimating another could be dangerous, treacherous, and though Deimos had taken upon many vows and assurances, promises and oaths, they were inclined towards his family, his friends, his loved ones, and the land he’d chosen to protect. The same could be said for hordes, for multitudes, for many in these miniscule waves, bound to become torrents and tempests, unwinding in all directions. A seething maelstrom, a brimming, brewing bedlam, set to boil over at some point. When and where and how was the question, and who would be in the midst and thick of it.But he could detail and outline for her, head inclined towards the floor, eyes searching the wooden boards, while his mind relayed the scenes and pictures, the instances of life that had been less painful. “Yes. Rexanna became Queen. And while she was another Ascended, she also ensured Delah’s words were followed.” No festivals of light held in the Greatwoods’ quarters for those who’d chosen the Voice. From what he recalled, they celebrated in their own way, amidst their race. The world hadn’t seemed so disastrous then. But maybe he was biased too.
And then he’d –
He clenched his fist to cease and stop the thought from going any further. She hadn’t blamed him in his dreams, but they’d been his figments after all, and it could’ve been a chance, an opportunity, for his mind to alleviate the deep well of pain.
His fingers flattened back out and grabbed hold of the resin, taking an opportunity to swallow and stifle it all back down. “Wise,” he murmured after a second, lungs no longer tight in his chest. “Will you bring your cause to the Warden?”
Unite and spread the heart apart
