all that and more

Deimos He stood immersed in the quiet, in the drifting thoughts, in the parallels of colors blending and blurring together. How and why didn’t seem to matter – the world was mysterious and enigmatic enough, without delving further into the notions of the chemicals intertwining amongst sands. The beast didn’t say whether or not she’d already be capable or strong enough to endure the entanglements of LongNight again; last year’s had been traumatic – the Harpy had made up her mind, and he knew better than to prod and pry any further. Thereafter though, at her inquiry, his features changed entirely. What was a residual smirk shifted into a Cheshire, impish, devilish expanse, a tilt of his head to stare upon her with as much mischief as his soul could embody. She’d walked straight into her own trap and snares, and he regarded it as a welcome opportunity. “I have.” The Sword’s intentions were to set her entirely on edge, amusement in devilry, waiting for something else to set the kindling aloft, incensed, a tease, a taunt. Did she want him judgement? His approval? Some other worth, suggestion, or word? Did it matter, really and truly? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime