all that and more

Deimos Oh, perhaps he’d been led into a snare he hadn’t seen. Seemingly unaware, caught and snagged while he’d plotted his own, a specious scheming for predators that had somehow broadened and manifested to noose him as well. What had begun as teasing and taunting her was inevitably falling back upon him, and the more she discussed, the more she didn’t forthrightly say, left him to fill in the gaps. Based on her smirk, she knew exactly where his mind would go. Overprotective at the best of times, Deimos’ eyes narrowed to slits as he stared out over the expanse of molten liquid and blended hues, clenching his jaw in what any adversary or enemy would note as a precursor to a storm. Any hints of his snicker were gone, mouth drawn into a thin line. “Gross.” The implications of his grimace thereafter could be rendered towards her innuendos, or just the thought of talking for so long. But then he stifled a sigh, because none of this was up to him, and the thought that she was sharing any of it all had should’ve been worth something. Too long ago they’d simply carried on about their days with none of these emotional connections, she’d been a flaring Harpy, he’d been a detached vessel. So instead of searing and seething at the edges, he inclined his stare back to her, quieter, not a whisper, but a light rumble. “You are happy with him?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime