DEIMOS
Oh, sometimes she didn’t need his help at all, and he was aware of it – how she’d saved herself amongst the Fae, how she’d cultivated a successful negotiation with the Merciless without their ridiculous influences bombarding through bakery basements, how time after time she’d survived on faith, tenacity, and prosperity. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t try in some capacity, that she wouldn’t have to snarl at him from time to time, afraid, uncertain, and apprehensive of everything spiraling, ricocheting, around them. Because he’d been immersed and embedded into those nuances in too many instances to count, in the pinnacles and shards of death (and because she had too). Hopefully there will not be one he smirked and snickered in return; but such was a damning notion, there’d be some day, some hour, where everything would be too close to call (like before, before, before, echoes of inadequacies).
Then she accepted, a massive step forward from the reaches and screeches of their prior refrains; his hands were open and wide, arms strong and tenacious, grasping hold all the more, tucking her back into his embrace. One palm went to the doorknob, twisting and turning, as they crossed over the infirmary threshold, embarked away from haunting decibels and shadows.
(FIN)
Then she accepted, a massive step forward from the reaches and screeches of their prior refrains; his hands were open and wide, arms strong and tenacious, grasping hold all the more, tucking her back into his embrace. One palm went to the doorknob, twisting and turning, as they crossed over the infirmary threshold, embarked away from haunting decibels and shadows.
(FIN)
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
