Whoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Deimos had rarely given himself away – and if so, it had only ever been to a select few. Letting others in spoke of a vulnerability, an opportunity for them to see the darker, seething edges, the fumes of rage, the incantations of contempt, and everything else nestled in between. There were nefarious armaments and emboldened statures, furtive measures, specious endeavors, and then the few virtues parceled amidst bloodied frames and rapacious, avaricious figures. Not much of it was kind. And the world had taught him that to grant others portions of his existence meant they also knew his weaknesses, could exploit, could unravel, could drown, could suffocate, could mold him into demise and ruin far quicker than he’d ever mire himself. So the beast had learned to be guarded, to be fortified, to build wall after wall after wall, chilling and calculating, reticent and reserved. Most didn’t have enough patience to keep climbing, keep knocking, or keep peeking their heads over the next rampart. For a while, even lifetimes, that’s all he’d ever done – and it was so easy, so simple, to stop the world from tearing into his soul.
Until here, where there was so much more tolerance and acceptance. It’d taken him this long to fathom and understand it, and still not expertly pinpoint around it. But if she’d asked something, he might’ve answered. It was just that most didn’t bother.
But he could listen – always apt, always poised, for secrets, for undermining tactics, or just to be a focal point while someone mused out loud. There weren’t enemies in this midst, and he didn’t have invasions, wars, or any other malicious orchestrations to command across plains. Only moments like here and now, brushes of fire and water, as he coiled the water alongside flames, listened to their hissing, almost like dragons, scorching and meddling amongst the Oasis vestiges. The movements were swift and bounding along the edge, almost unfurling across the embankments, like they were chasing one another, vicious and wild, stories of old, of legends passed along.
So he did the same now, as she spoke of her family, of those boundaries gone and severed, and those still remaining. He just didn’t know what to say thereafter – talk of blood bonds would only bring melancholy and despondency back. My family was slain while I was off to war wasn’t the greatest of subject matters – and he had some here, alive and well and whole presently. “You will find more as the world expands. Friends become family.” A small smile tucked its way along his mouth, as he permitted his draconic elements to continue their battle scene.
Until here, where there was so much more tolerance and acceptance. It’d taken him this long to fathom and understand it, and still not expertly pinpoint around it. But if she’d asked something, he might’ve answered. It was just that most didn’t bother.
But he could listen – always apt, always poised, for secrets, for undermining tactics, or just to be a focal point while someone mused out loud. There weren’t enemies in this midst, and he didn’t have invasions, wars, or any other malicious orchestrations to command across plains. Only moments like here and now, brushes of fire and water, as he coiled the water alongside flames, listened to their hissing, almost like dragons, scorching and meddling amongst the Oasis vestiges. The movements were swift and bounding along the edge, almost unfurling across the embankments, like they were chasing one another, vicious and wild, stories of old, of legends passed along.
So he did the same now, as she spoke of her family, of those boundaries gone and severed, and those still remaining. He just didn’t know what to say thereafter – talk of blood bonds would only bring melancholy and despondency back. My family was slain while I was off to war wasn’t the greatest of subject matters – and he had some here, alive and well and whole presently. “You will find more as the world expands. Friends become family.” A small smile tucked its way along his mouth, as he permitted his draconic elements to continue their battle scene.
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look them right in the eyes?
DEIMOS
