Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
It'd been an echo from those regarding him, and in true Sword facets and signature maneuvers of passing on bits of therapy (rather than adhere to the instructions), he laughed at her dramatics. “Not so much hiding as working,” he reminded; but maybe Ru saw it that way. He never considered his own responsibilities and duties as tucking himself away from the world – that on its own was a natural force. But every day was committed to seeing the people of his kingdom, so he didn’t measure it as reclusive.
Flora’s undertaking of the Hanged Man gave him pause enough to cease maneuvering his legs for a moment, before they started again, and he widened the ripples of the water, tossing waves along as they flowed underneath one another; simultaneous currents as they were healed and cleansed by Ru’s forces. “Is she doing well?” If the youth was anything like her mother, there were likely endless opportunities for trials, tribulations, and trouble.
Oasis venues better than the Grounds (not that it held rave reviews) ensured the angle of his features rested on hers for a moment, before snorting. Were plants and water enough of a temptation to send them towards such a hellhole? “I will ask her,” because the stubbornness of his own mind was already leaning heavily in favor of avoidance.
A belt of squirrel tail trophies sparked his own juvenile grin, fanged and all. “Do wear that to the festival.”
Flora’s undertaking of the Hanged Man gave him pause enough to cease maneuvering his legs for a moment, before they started again, and he widened the ripples of the water, tossing waves along as they flowed underneath one another; simultaneous currents as they were healed and cleansed by Ru’s forces. “Is she doing well?” If the youth was anything like her mother, there were likely endless opportunities for trials, tribulations, and trouble.
Oasis venues better than the Grounds (not that it held rave reviews) ensured the angle of his features rested on hers for a moment, before snorting. Were plants and water enough of a temptation to send them towards such a hellhole? “I will ask her,” because the stubbornness of his own mind was already leaning heavily in favor of avoidance.
A belt of squirrel tail trophies sparked his own juvenile grin, fanged and all. “Do wear that to the festival.”
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
