DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos would never be able to erase the unease festivals gave him – and their arrival within the Hollowed Grounds once more did nothing to ease the tension. It could’ve been the promise of chaos bounding and leaping through the air, but the tension knotted and coiled along his spine as they came upon the rising hill, the reddened moon.
Had his hands not been full of their leftovers, they might have been tightly clenched into fists. Eyes narrowed, he pondered over the inevitable – of the landmark itself (he’d been expecting the Climb, or Torchline, perhaps), and anything else beckoning and clawing their way out.
Turning to Evie, intending to gauge her reaction to returning to the Grounds, he settled for a quiet rumble in his chest, for her ears only. “You all right?”
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Deimos is wearing a belt with obsidian, made here: {se} idle and wild
And carrying leftovers from here {se} you got that sugar in your voice
Had his hands not been full of their leftovers, they might have been tightly clenched into fists. Eyes narrowed, he pondered over the inevitable – of the landmark itself (he’d been expecting the Climb, or Torchline, perhaps), and anything else beckoning and clawing their way out.
Turning to Evie, intending to gauge her reaction to returning to the Grounds, he settled for a quiet rumble in his chest, for her ears only. “You all right?”
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Deimos is wearing a belt with obsidian, made here: {se} idle and wild
And carrying leftovers from here {se} you got that sugar in your voice
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
