DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Shifting boards and ensuring angles were correct, he nearly missed the answer to his inquiry – only a sharpened snap of his head, a twist and turn back over his shoulder, to indicate his shock, his surprise. Three days. A rush? And for what reason? Between the frenzied, hasty, swift chaotic march towards marriage, and the crackling, inhaled breaths, Deimos thought the man was either falling apart or losing some vast amount of control over his life. “Are you all right?”As far as assistance, the Sword eyed the timber, the lip slightly off the ground, shuffling over to make space for Sunjata if he wished. His hands went underneath the contortions once more, snagging at a few rocks that had causing the lift. The question hovered there, and he uttered his own shuddering sigh, though it didn’t crackle or drown; just burdened with anguish and the unknown. “Yes,” at first the only thing he could surmise, pondering if he should even bother. But the whole world would know eventually, especially with Jigano and Amun involved. “There was an incident at the Temple,” and even now he didn’t have all the details, where to segment or place blame, where he could pummel or destroy – if anything, anyone, at all. It would make life easier – but wouldn’t make the end results facile or simple. “Amalia lost the use of her legs.” A wince, staring back at the ramps, shoulder sinking slightly, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular. “So I figured if I could create a wheelchair, and add some ramps, she could still maintain her independence.” Until time managed to settle, heal wounds, or something else bit and tore at them. Another feral sigh, and he shook his head. “If you want, can you hold this piece down?” His hammer at the ready again, hoping to honor decent construction and fortitude.
Unite and spread the heart apart
