DEIMOS
Deimos woke with a gasp, trepidation in his soul, and the vibrant glow of the bracelet.
For a moment, he cast nothing but shades of quiet, shattered breaths, staring into the darkness, save for the constant radiating reminder – his mind reliving the instances over and over. Safrin falling, broken, faded, muted, reaches of whispers from a puppeted Ronin, souls bunched and bound and then naught all over again.
The meanings had been clear, if they’d been real. But he had nothing more than the ominous beacons, earth-shattering inquiries, and no answers left to give. He wasn’t even certain if Ronin was still alive.
A hundred calculations scorched and surged through his mind – the need for correspondence, to tell the rest of the masses, to ensure the Supernova was all right, and then the multitude of preparations. Whatever they were supposed to be, now that they were going to be all too aware that even Safrin could not best what was coming.
But he sat up; his hands trembled and ribs ached and something like fear, dread, and consternation took over every inch of him – because he half-wondered what was bound to become of all of them. “Evie,” he whispered into the room, not wishing to disturb but having naught else save the choking rasp threatening over his throat. “Something happened.”
For a moment, he cast nothing but shades of quiet, shattered breaths, staring into the darkness, save for the constant radiating reminder – his mind reliving the instances over and over. Safrin falling, broken, faded, muted, reaches of whispers from a puppeted Ronin, souls bunched and bound and then naught all over again.
The meanings had been clear, if they’d been real. But he had nothing more than the ominous beacons, earth-shattering inquiries, and no answers left to give. He wasn’t even certain if Ronin was still alive.
A hundred calculations scorched and surged through his mind – the need for correspondence, to tell the rest of the masses, to ensure the Supernova was all right, and then the multitude of preparations. Whatever they were supposed to be, now that they were going to be all too aware that even Safrin could not best what was coming.
But he sat up; his hands trembled and ribs ached and something like fear, dread, and consternation took over every inch of him – because he half-wondered what was bound to become of all of them. “Evie,” he whispered into the room, not wishing to disturb but having naught else save the choking rasp threatening over his throat. “Something happened.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
