DEIMOS
They’d all crossed some lines today – some misunderstandings, some complex insinuations, some claws and daggers merely for show, for agitation, to rankle and distract rather than muddle in the same mires. He loosened away from his icy hold, his glacial expanse, still so readily accessible, at the baker’s apology, at the press of her leg on his knee. The beast nodded, an acceptance, a modicum of understanding, stoicism replaced in its more irreverent vibes. Some traditions were rooted in medieval customs, and likely could be better suited, altered, or changed; listening as she described what he’d seen at Remi and Ronin’s wedding, joining efforts in equal form. It made more sense than Helovia’s lingering statutes, and the only reason he’d agreed to the modicum of honor had been for Rexanna – familial ties, branches and brambles of yesteryears blinking and blending, better than sorrows, better than upheaval, better than sinking into muck and incapable of pulling themselves beyond the surface.He nodded at Kiada’s soft response, staring back down at his sandwich, incapable of seeing the snares, the traps, the obvious ploy and scheme he’d walked right into without even noticing. Turnabout was fair play, and the Sword would have to give the Harpy credit, it was a decent onslaught. At her words, his head snapped back up, eyes widening (a brief panic), looking anywhere but at Amalia, because it hadn’t been a discussion yet (yet?), and he suddenly would’ve liked to have blended into the floor, or had the ground swallow him whole to avoid the entire awkward situation. While ler leg remained beneath the table, brushed against his, he conjured up a suitable reply that wouldn’t sound utterly ridiculous, that wouldn’t play into Kiada’s grasp, that wouldn’t fetter away the probabilities before anything had ever come about or been surmised. His gaze narrowed, a certainty in their devilish glare, fully aware of what she was doing – insinuating its efforts in the resolute stare. “Thank you for the offer.” Deimos had a string of other possible choice words for her, but let them rest in his eyes instead.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
