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Deimos The brief coil of amusement brimmed as his words caused her rock to sink, innocent plastered on his features but none left in his soul. It was a pretense anyway, and her piercing glare rolled off his shoulders, pretending to rumble along their undulations. “I do not know what you are implying.” Whether nor not he should be offended, or care really, as he grabbed hold of another stone, ensuring it went farther than his last, merely to set her on edge, on fringes, on something other than morosity. They had lifetimes of those melancholic borders, snagging and snarling at the rooted fortifications and means of loss. The pebble managed to soar, skipping along the pool four times now, strength in the turn of his arms and unleashing of his might. One more shrug released, his eyes on the water instead of upon her. “Grab onto happiness when you can.” Because they all knew it was fleeting, vanquished when they least expected it. The fact that he’d even had the opportunity to do so over the years still bewildered him at times; learning not to shy away from it. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime