[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

He listened, but his actions were a rush of motion and swift endeavors, shifting immediately to an eagle, placing his bag beside Zuriel (who would have to stay behind – with an obvious eyeroll and snort), and gliding over to the waterfall. Thoughts and movements were almost strictly on Amalia, ensuring she was safe, out of harm’s way, not because of a lack of confidence in her abilities, but simply due to the vast unknown along this threshold. While Kiada seemed to take hold of most of the anger, he pushed his aside, left it simmering underneath plumes, feathers, and upheaval, paramount exploits at the height of his intentions. He heard it all, the echoes of just left her here, presses of days where he’d done the same, and something burned in the back of the General’s throat, along the machinations of his mind, irritated beneath his skin. While Jigano sniped back, the avian beast’s eyes narrowed, wings gliding, pondering over the underlying tones. Deimos trusted Amalia. She trusted them. But you did not trust us? It was a mere question, not emboldened or embedded in rage, carefully neutral, calm, composed, a nuance, a sentiment, that might have burned brighter had there been danger looming. Rushing in after the Sword, the Harpy; perhaps it had been out of safeguarding, protective efforts, but it hadn’t been required – in hindsight. He appreciated Jigano for thinking of going after them, for sending Zuriel along, for adapting into protecting vibes, but not for leaving Amalia alone. Again. Perhaps we should employ a better system. Pairs at all times, no one lingering on their own, no matter how strong, no matter how capable. He proffered nothing more, once they reached the waterfall, behind its sanction and sanctum, folding his wings once he was on stable ground. The Sword’s eyes then drifted upon Jyoti, urgent croons and tunes coasting, before finally landing upon Amalia. Instead of bewilderment, shock, or surprise, all he could do was stare – impressed, a certain sort of reverence and pride pervading through his bond, solely to her, as he took in her latest stature. -- Deimos goes behind the waterfall with the rest of the gang. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate