DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Flames sizzled in his view, and Rexanna’s voice lingered in the ether, pushed away from hoods and cloaks, and he was reminded of daggers and claws, the way they’d all drifted between lies and duplicity, armistices and allies, comrades and adversaries, tripping over wires and delicately balancing their strife, munitions, and aspirations. We needed to talk was always a dreadful omen, a harsh beginning, and he wasn’t sure how to begin with her, how to form his stance: as the Reaper King, surrounded by avarice and meticulous, scrupulous efforts, the beast, the monster, the depraved, calculating in cold blood, ensuring enemies were devastated, ruined, and mauled? As he was now, more understanding, somehow accepted, tolerated, loved by those around him? He settled for somewhere in between, moving within the shadows and light, not reeling from the fire as he ought to; childhood instilled with his father’s embers somehow managing to conquer his recent involvement, charred, and scorched skin. His eyes were the same piercing, penetrating force of old, incapable of erasing those intense, fierce edges; especially when dread, when apprehension, when a singular nuance and sensation of something foreboding coiled its way through his chest. Why would they need to be hidden and tucked away to discuss matters? Unless it was something grave, or foolish…and she’d promised him, in some fashion, that she wasn’t going to repeat the same mistakes.
What have you done? he questioned into the silence, in the scale of his weighted stare, in the arch of the underground pathways.
“What did you want to discuss?” His voice glided out into the hollowed grounds, deep and rumbling, like the intonation of a warning. Deimos truly didn’t know what she’d gotten involved in since the last time they talked – it’d been ages – perhaps not since their curiosity led them from shrines to the Loreseekers’ Guild, and a world of things had revolved and altered since then. Was it concerning the recent meeting amidst the Merciless? Was it Kiada (had she discovered he encouraged a discussion amidst mother and daughter, and now he was the one in hot water?)? Or was there another thing brooding within, a nuance, a notion, he’d yet to discover?
Unite and spread the heart apart
