DEIMOS
He followed, trekking along the water, breathing in enchantments, muscles relishing the unrelenting current, pushing and pulling, giving and taking, an unrelenting faction of motions and flesh. Like days of old, when childhood stretched along oblivious tides and their outcries matched the signature of gulls hastening along the sea breeze, toiling below the gestures of the sea without a care in the world. Refreshing and poignant, and he didn’t sink, didn’t wallow, but just enjoyed.
And listened – a smile curling along his mouth. Sometimes. Torchline has one for each, and then this one, slated for no one in particular. Intriguing; pondering over what it meant. It is easier when one has a specific deity in mind – and I am certain those like Safrin appreciate it more. An embracing and feeding of the ego. Deimos would be sure to leave her offering larger and more impressive than the others. As for the other question, he shook his head in the midst, coasting along on another undulation of movement. No. I was curious if the Mermaids chose a singular god. But it made sense if they didn't; just as different as those on land.
And listened – a smile curling along his mouth. Sometimes. Torchline has one for each, and then this one, slated for no one in particular. Intriguing; pondering over what it meant. It is easier when one has a specific deity in mind – and I am certain those like Safrin appreciate it more. An embracing and feeding of the ego. Deimos would be sure to leave her offering larger and more impressive than the others. As for the other question, he shook his head in the midst, coasting along on another undulation of movement. No. I was curious if the Mermaids chose a singular god. But it made sense if they didn't; just as different as those on land.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
