the stars lined our heartbeats

Deimos

we are all b r o k e n
that's how the l i g h t gets in

He wouldn’t have attempted true escape, no evasion, no eluding, no dodging; there without traps or snares, save for the bearings and light binding (blinding; couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away from the sun) him to the sanction and sanctum of their infernal play. That was long gone, back along Reaper intentions, where the apathy, the nonchalance, had chiseled so firmly into his soul that only a few ever found fissures or cracks. But here the Shield had emblazoned him so thoroughly that he was intertwined with all these antics, all these missions, all these interludes, and never spared a thought into drawing the locks, the scabbards, the walls around him. Wild and bereft, save for her, stripped down to the enamel of stalwart or resolute convictions, to ferocity and promises, away, away, away from the condemnation and oblivions that had once chained and rooted him into hell. Saved, perhaps, from the wicked maelstroms, from the hostile maneuvers, from anything else that might have blended him straight back into malevolence.

Deimos must have said the right thing, or she’d had enough; her hands sliding over his skin, undulations and inward ripples doing something to his chest, to his ribs, to his lungs. He allowed her, hardly moving save for the slightest arch of his brow, a dare in the piercing sway of his eyes – almost laughing at how slowly, intricately, she deigned, when it was usually him, when she routinely raced on impulse. But then they were together, and his breath loosened in relief, heartbeats lined in rhythms and storms, in intimate whims, in ravenous declarations, the billowing exhale drifting like a ghost over her lips; a purr in the back of his throat when her hands tangled their way into his hair. His answer was in silence, in connections, in bonds far greater, far grander than mere attuned accords. Already yours; a beckon, a croon, a rumbling whisper, as his mouth slid over hers; intoxicating and indulgent.

keep the ones who
h e a r d y o u
when you never said a word