DEIMOS
Deimos would never be arrogant enough to name himself as a reason for existence – so many others had cast him aside that he figured his presence sometimes a moot point. Just there; a figment of strength and power until they didn’t need him any longer. But even in all of this, he remained steadfast and stalwart for her, because it was what she needed and required, and that was often all they ever asked of one another. There’d been notions of battle and brutality, there’d been depraved segments of vengeance, and then there were the quieter, starker interludes, where they lost and lost and simply reached for a hand.
The muffling of her voice against his chest and shirt gave him pause, knowing the notions of the Academy had been amidst the Evergreen’s goals too. He intentionally dropped his jaw on top of her head, keeping her locked in place, concealed and hidden, guarded and protected, sheltered and secured. The rumble in his chest resumed. “I can ask Evie. She talked about wanting to open it again too.” But maybe passing this along to Ru would give her enough incentive to persist, to continue, to breathe; for both Wardens certainly had enough to do in the aftermath of war to relinquish and delegate a school’s existence to another.
The crackling and wobbling of her next statement made him sigh, for no one, even Deimos himself, could have predicted debris to be the undoing of Enzo. There would be others like the boy, striving to help, to assist, and succumbing to being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And had there been more power, had there been more might, had there been more experience…
But they couldn’t dwell in the what-ifs. “I think it is a good idea,” he murmured instead, clutching her gently and tightly, waiting for the ashes to return to cinders and embers.
The muffling of her voice against his chest and shirt gave him pause, knowing the notions of the Academy had been amidst the Evergreen’s goals too. He intentionally dropped his jaw on top of her head, keeping her locked in place, concealed and hidden, guarded and protected, sheltered and secured. The rumble in his chest resumed. “I can ask Evie. She talked about wanting to open it again too.” But maybe passing this along to Ru would give her enough incentive to persist, to continue, to breathe; for both Wardens certainly had enough to do in the aftermath of war to relinquish and delegate a school’s existence to another.
The crackling and wobbling of her next statement made him sigh, for no one, even Deimos himself, could have predicted debris to be the undoing of Enzo. There would be others like the boy, striving to help, to assist, and succumbing to being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And had there been more power, had there been more might, had there been more experience…
But they couldn’t dwell in the what-ifs. “I think it is a good idea,” he murmured instead, clutching her gently and tightly, waiting for the ashes to return to cinders and embers.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
