[PQ] In What Distant Deeps

D e i m o s

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

If Zuriel was apologetic about the entire series of circumstances, she didn’t show it – a huff to her breath, minimal concern when Deimos was stuck behind rocks and granules again – common place, habitual nowadays, raising a brow and waiting for him to emerge. Deimos only suffered with a petulant, forbearing sigh, footing sure, true, and certain, but Ingrid’s not, stumbling back and ensuring they were both separated from the group by the clatter of stones and rubble. Jigano’s voice over the following throng ensured the General that no one else was harmed on the other side, the only concern he might have melded or molded. We are fine established after glancing over Ingrid, patting down the rest of his clothing; nothing sore, nothing aching. More of an irritant than anything else, incapable of exploring until they all assembled again. His eyes glanced over the ledge remaining, but likely wouldn’t need it – shifting to his eagle form, tawny and sienna plumed, gliding where he could to make it to the other side, trusting Ingrid would be able to find her way along the protrusions and rocks. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate