DEIMOS
He didn’t press the subject further; no sense in it, understanding the inquiries launched on emotion, rather than logical factions. Instead, he lowered his head to press his brow against hers, breathing in solidarity, rather than the adverse. The need to comfort and assuage remained, maybe for both of them, because he didn’t know how to make anything else better – and perhaps it was another learning curve. Nothing to mend. Nothing to heal. Nothing to salve and stitch back together; save for opportunity and time and a looming precipice driving in the back of minds and hearts. Fear, apprehension, and trepidation for everyone else, and not himself, carved its way into the breadth of his lungs, but launching back into those damning rituals wouldn’t benefit either of them.
So Deimos latched onto the items instead, the slow smile lingering back upon his mouth, tilting his head a fraction so they remained close. The instant clipping of it along her ear permitted a light laugh, closing his fingers over the remaining bone in his hand. “Conversations open and close by reciting the partner’s full name.” Following her lead, he placed the cuff along his right ear. It would be like the attuned bond in some fashion – save for the breadth of instilled sentiments and feelings would still have to be aired, rather than felt and segmented across souls.
So Deimos latched onto the items instead, the slow smile lingering back upon his mouth, tilting his head a fraction so they remained close. The instant clipping of it along her ear permitted a light laugh, closing his fingers over the remaining bone in his hand. “Conversations open and close by reciting the partner’s full name.” Following her lead, he placed the cuff along his right ear. It would be like the attuned bond in some fashion – save for the breadth of instilled sentiments and feelings would still have to be aired, rather than felt and segmented across souls.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
