DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He took his time in recovering the complexities of his composure, a few easier breaths beyond the sharp inhales, permitting his lungs to remember how to work properly, rubbing the excessive saline out of his eyes. While she spoke again he took the opportunity for more water, arching a brow at it being full once more (something else she was hiding?), listening as he drank down the remains of the scone. Beyond the notion that it was possible for the Ascended to simply make their offspring away from the atypical normal and foundations, Deimos hadn’t known she’d wanted to try again. That she would’ve strived to achieve another nuance she’d had in Helovia – though with a far more suitable spouse. Bastien, for all he knew of him, seemed responsible compared to the likes of Tembovu or anyone else Rexanna involved herself with. The assertion of waiting for an opportune time was understandable – no moment in Caido seemed quite right. Even those traditionally harbored in some elements of repose had been quickly undone, Fiat Lux forgoing the contented circumstances and heading straight for the rest of the disastrous overtures. The middle of Deepfrost made him wary though, too many other circumstances winding over the edges, meandering their way towards LongNight’s descent. “What did you need to do to acquire it?” For some reason he imagined misshapen body parts, and fought back a grimace.
Unite and spread the heart apart
