DEIMOS
While they walked, he paid attention to every nook and cranny, memorizing pathways while Seren tended to images of the past. A different Loren; aspects driven in kindness and compassion, rather than any foolishness. The Sword made no mention of the time the healer assisted in blowing up the bar during LongNight, or Fiat Lux’s unfortunate, unwinding haze; a festival that even now carried and buried so many connotations, he couldn’t recall if anyone still bothered holding or attending it. These were better figments regardless – though staggered and strained with punctures and piercings from Remi, from Ronin; and Deimos could only briefly reflect on the history. Maybe it didn’t matter now, with the once-Launcelyn gone from the depths. Hopefully safe and secure.
But with not being able to see, to thank, to conjure all those positions – the Sword frowned briefly, considering. “You could always write them down.” A shrug of his shoulders, eyes angling back towards her while they walked, half-tempted to swing the basket of pumpkin into something. “That way if you do see him again, the thoughts have not been lost.” And then, returning to lighter formations, a short laugh managed to fumble its way through. "Last time I saw him, I broke his nose."
But with not being able to see, to thank, to conjure all those positions – the Sword frowned briefly, considering. “You could always write them down.” A shrug of his shoulders, eyes angling back towards her while they walked, half-tempted to swing the basket of pumpkin into something. “That way if you do see him again, the thoughts have not been lost.” And then, returning to lighter formations, a short laugh managed to fumble its way through. "Last time I saw him, I broke his nose."
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
