DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He smirked and snickered along the ethers and fumes of temptation, Cheshire grin revived on the eaves of her distraction – a gloating posture even as he managed to find some clothing to put on. He remained shirtless though, pushing the drawers closed again, listening to her contemplations while he maneuvered around the room, dousing lights, finally glancing back her way as hooded gazes locked. The baker’s answer was practical enough, though her intention to leave without informing him, ghosting away, like a phantom, like a wraith, had his brows arch, then swing back down, as if naught happened or lingered through his mind. “I rise early,” the beast shrugged, roaming closer and closer, a predator stalking, a carnivore tracking, feral recollections resuming, blue on black with savage intervals. “Best time to hunt.” The Reaper allowed the insinuation to linger, amused. He could also sleep like the dead – if it was a good evening, lacking in horrors, anguish, or ghosts behind his eyes, painting and condemning their vivid scenes. Suddenly it felt like a competition – if he could awaken before her, make breakfast, share as much time as he could, before she returned to her world, and he to the wilderness again.
With the thought insistent, tucked in the corners of his mind, Deimos lingered near her side, overcome with the unknown again. These were intrepid lines and daunting, daring tasks all of a sudden, because vulnerabilities and intimacies were something once perilously vacant, new, and then distant, unattainable things; this was foreign once more. So, on a whim, because he was making everything up as he went along (these hours weren’t for calculations, and perhaps that was part of his problem), he slid upon his anointed side of the bed – before placing his arm across her midsection, and pulling her to him. “Really,” he chided, still on top of the covers, a light rumble of laughter coursing through his chest. “You were going to try to escape me.” What a futile notion he wanted to add with another touch of humor, instead, leaving the rest of it to linger in silence, reveling in the notion of simply having her near.
Unite and spread the heart apart
