DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
The grin was odd, peculiar, but perhaps he shouldn’t be so judgmental on the subject of smiles when he rarely did himself. His arched brow remained, waiting for the inevitable, bizarre moment to stretch. “There,” and he pointed to the designated house at the end of the street, close to outskirts, a refuge, a sanctuary, a sanctum. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously again, however, wondering if he was inviting a threat to his domicile, residence, or anyone he sought to keep safe within. Then the questions continued, and it seemed the stranger just intended to obtain one himself. The process had been simple, if not a bludgeoning of irritation via the Naturals, and he could understand that – Outlanders tending to snag at whatever they could. Habits, maybe, after all the worlds they’d come from. “I simply claimed it. It was vacant.” A shrug of his shoulders, as if this was all normal. “It required none.” No personal information, minus a few sneers and snarls, and then gradual acceptance.
Unite and spread the heart apart
