DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Pacing the halls he’d committed to, done, up and down like they were alleyways, like they were streets, not used to being contained. Much like a predator locked away in a cage, with little to no outlets save favored people, and even then he still felt himself drifting towards windows and doors, pondering over melancholies and brooding assortments that he’d promised not to pause upon. The lopsided smile in response caused the briefest of snorts; pinpointed directly on his actions, on the notion of either tearing down the walls or finding something better to do. He’d already made enough armor and weapons to suit anyone along the threshold several times over, already rechecked locks, already – So the General listened instead, eyes glancing back at the stars and endless sky painted and sketched across walls. His memories were more vivid collections of the aurora borealis than of pinpointed and collected constellations – but he’d spent time in the presence of galaxies and their filaments, anointed and consecrated in their unearthly range, recreating them from blending hues of powers beyond his imagination, for ring boxes, for charms, for other nuances and fabrications. He tilted his head in study, eyes widening only slightly at the candle falling into the water, at what would’ve caused the mishap, pondering outlines and tapestries, the outside world they all yearned to see again. “Have you been beyond them?” The stars? - when he’d been fallen and taken back from their midst again, resurrected in their holy demeanors?
Unite and spread the heart apart
