Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
More than once he contorted the ripples so they made tiny, insignificant whirlpools, lazily churning and burning along the rest of the springs, until they convoluted on one another and collapsed. Then he’d start again, amused by the potency in the silence, half-tempted to bump Ru into the pool of water, but opting to behave himself in the stillness. “If you want,” for he rarely forced anyone into something unwilling – and Ru would never have been one of those individuals anyway.
The question gave him pause, because, no, he hadn’t, and ordinarily he might’ve been amidst the first to launch within. Time had been stretched thin amidst the summer season, and in between all his other tasks, settling into the mending, assuaging features should’ve been on his list. “Not yet,” he surmised with a lazy grin, expecting a forthcoming lecture. “Been busy.” Utilizing the opportunity to sidetrack, he snagged a portion of the liquid and turned it over again. “You?”
The question gave him pause, because, no, he hadn’t, and ordinarily he might’ve been amidst the first to launch within. Time had been stretched thin amidst the summer season, and in between all his other tasks, settling into the mending, assuaging features should’ve been on his list. “Not yet,” he surmised with a lazy grin, expecting a forthcoming lecture. “Been busy.” Utilizing the opportunity to sidetrack, he snagged a portion of the liquid and turned it over again. “You?”
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
