[Training] pulse of a steady beat

Deimos He took a much larger breath, withholding a bounty, a slate, multitudes, of emotions – snorting at the figments of conversation she muttered. Another apology threatened to slide through, and there weren’t enough explanations in the world to convey everything brimming along the surface. So he took the comfort, wrapping his arms around her in turn, placing his head purposefully on top of hers, to be uncomfortably heavy, obnoxious, brotherly, and irritating. “You are probably right,” muffled through his chest, another laugh threatening to brew over the apprehensions and trepidations built. The Sword released her, and grabbed what meat they’d managed to snag, intending to utilize some for the market, and others for their personal pantry. Her statement wasn’t wrong; difficult to parse through the clarities, and what home represented. He’d been piecing it all together in makeshift shelters, the unsettled proportions clinging to his bones, and the longing for ice and snow pushing him forward, onward. “Maybe it can be a future place for vacations,” and he laughed, nudging her in the direction of the bazaar. “We will have something like it again.” And he tried not to make it sound like a promise; because the mountains were supposed to be both those angles. {FIN} Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime