I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Inclinations and suspicions had been correct on hunches, experience, and scrutiny; an arch to his brow following the segments of Attuned proportions – with nothing else. It was a rare occasion when Deimos had to be the one to initiate conversation – one of the more likely individuals to settle himself along sidelines, watch, wait, for something else to occur. Quiet, observant, attentive, and mindful, scores of others readily advanced and opened up discussions well before him.
But with no threats, no ominous declarations, notions seemed to land in his corner. With no other information, his features remained impassive and nonchalant, straightening away from the edge of the pool. Introductions, perhaps. I am Deimos. And then, because angles of curiosity remained a constant cycle, the rumble of his voice persisted. Who are you, and what brings you here?
But with no threats, no ominous declarations, notions seemed to land in his corner. With no other information, his features remained impassive and nonchalant, straightening away from the edge of the pool. Introductions, perhaps. I am Deimos. And then, because angles of curiosity remained a constant cycle, the rumble of his voice persisted. Who are you, and what brings you here?
DEIMOS
