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Deimos He could always be worse and simply not say anything at all – truly return to the ways of a detached, apathetic, insouciant creature, with not much to live for save violence and brutality. A creature and cretin of melancholy, shadow, and deceit, stalking the veils of sinister reaches and nefarious means, hovering along his mountain summits, harpooning a sharpened edge to anyone he met. It took time for him to erode, to evolve, to change, to assimilate, and that he’d come this far at all could either be ignited as some miraculous happenstance, or revered as something occurred, altered, because of those around him. He was permitted to cherish, to devote, to love, instead of rampaging his way across the earth in pursuit of every little havoc-reaching design. The latter would still probably happen, just much less. He breathed easy, no skipping rocks when she was tucked against him, arms wrapped around his torso, his arm intentionally lifting to drape across her head obnoxiously. A quiet grumble, appeased, for the moment, as he stared across the scenery again, daring not to imagine the hot springs of old, before the gaze settled back down upon her. “What are your plans for Deepfrost?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime