DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He embodied winter’s chill, still as a statue, allowing his eyes to sink along the horizon and the technicolor sizzle of sunrise; imagining auroras pressing there (even if it was no longer evening), a steady splendor of blended hues and sizzling colors. Chained and mired in his inattention to any other details – unlike him, but reminders of mountains and other worlds rooted in his heart and lungs for a second too long – he didn’t notice Hotaru’s mischievous approach. Instead, all he received for his trust in the void was a ball of snow landing upon his back. For once, he launched upward in surprise, a reverberation, a growl, slinking its way through his throat, before he turned around, swift, sudden, sure, intending to scald and simmer in some vicious haze.Except he was met with a former Queen’s presence, and the response altered into some familial retort, a gruff snort billowing from his throat. “Sneaky,” he intoned; which she’d always had been, that’s how she’d been so talented in her chosen field, before her ascension to the throne, before having to reign beside his ridiculous charades. “You know I will have my revenge.” A warning, neither ominous nor treacherous, but a matter of truth and veracity. She’d be all too aware of his predilections and humor towards rebuttals, renewals, and vengeance, it had been in the heart of his machinations for what felt like centuries.
He leaned down, unfurling both arms to grab hold of a massive hold of the powder; sticky enough to remain in place as he grasped it in one hand, raising it over and behind his head. Embarking upon precision, upon deliberations, upon meticulous calculations, the cretin snickered. Then he arched his arm in a steady, stalwart, sturdy release; power and vitriol within the throw, intending for the snowball to launch somewhere upon her person.
Unite and spread the heart apart
