DEIMOS
Eventually he found himself a chair, situated at another table, and tried to withdraw. Tried to cease drowning in all those wakes that kept returning, tried to rise above the surface, tried to temper the overwhelming trepidation that must’ve been flickering into everyone else. His apologies wouldn’t be enough, and so maybe grounding himself against the wood grains of the surface, of Belial settling into his lap, of the multitudes of other things surrounding his mind would make it all cease. For a few seconds he merely glanced out the window – expecting to see a distraction, a normal figment of waves rolling in or passing gulls, but only the endless night gazed back. A void he tried to hide within and from all in a singular instant, swallowing down and retreating, listening and hollowing out.
Disappeared.
The woman he’d loved and cherished hadn’t been an individual to simply vanish. Get into trials and tribulations? Often. Bulldoze her way into danger? Frequently. But he had no standing to reach out anymore, and she hadn’t wanted him there. Entangled in the rancor and immersed in emotions he didn’t bother to name, his stare went back to the floor, muttering something quiet and soft. “I just saw her last season.” But it’d been months since then, and enough time to wander, meander, where she didn’t yearn to be found. Perhaps she’d been overwhelmed. Maybe it’d been something else entirely. And the Sword couldn’t do anything about it.
So he strived to listen to the other notions of what Noah had to say. The Order made him grind his teeth against one another again – mostly because of what they represented, and how he’d already become involved and embroiled in the schemes regardless. Of other figments and armaments that needed to be figured out – involving more junctures they might not have any longer. “What do you want us to do in the meantime?” He paused, the schemes pooling, given enough ammunition. "When LongNight is over, I would like to reach out to Sah and see what has occurred in Halo while we were gone. Maybe pull our information together."
Disappeared.
The woman he’d loved and cherished hadn’t been an individual to simply vanish. Get into trials and tribulations? Often. Bulldoze her way into danger? Frequently. But he had no standing to reach out anymore, and she hadn’t wanted him there. Entangled in the rancor and immersed in emotions he didn’t bother to name, his stare went back to the floor, muttering something quiet and soft. “I just saw her last season.” But it’d been months since then, and enough time to wander, meander, where she didn’t yearn to be found. Perhaps she’d been overwhelmed. Maybe it’d been something else entirely. And the Sword couldn’t do anything about it.
So he strived to listen to the other notions of what Noah had to say. The Order made him grind his teeth against one another again – mostly because of what they represented, and how he’d already become involved and embroiled in the schemes regardless. Of other figments and armaments that needed to be figured out – involving more junctures they might not have any longer. “What do you want us to do in the meantime?” He paused, the schemes pooling, given enough ammunition. "When LongNight is over, I would like to reach out to Sah and see what has occurred in Halo while we were gone. Maybe pull our information together."
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
