Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
He couldn’t help but laugh as the Shields gave their outcries and disgruntled ‘yields’ one by one, pressed against the wall or smacked into one another. With a triumphant little grin he subsided the magic, allowing it to dissipate and for the rest of them to escape back into the training grounds. A majority were good sports all around, and the jostling back and forth thereafter gave him some modicum of relief – a long sigh and breath unfurling through his chest before his attention turned back to Noah, and the inquiry laden there.this is who we were
The smile disappeared too, leaving the inscrutable and nonchalant decree in his expression. Some bitter part of him wanted to object; to leave the Forsaken to his own thoughts and devices, or figure out how to piece together constructive words. But maybe it was an extension of an olive branch, and so his eyes glanced to the sky, gauging the hour. “I have a little time,” he mustered, beginning to maneuver some targets out of the way as the rest of them aimed to reset the area. “What did you need to work on?”
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
