DEIMOS
Apparently there was more to the notions assembled, residing in the book he’d grasped – no sooner had he maneuvered, was there a resounding click, and the wall swung. He nearly sneered at himself for not realizing it sooner, too caught up in the potential calamities, and pushed the door forward, eyes riveting to the sections, the sanctions, of desks, chairs, and then shelves of tomes. Were it any other moment he might have peeked and examined further, traced his way through clouds of dust, fumes, and primordial enigmas, pondered over how, why, or who’d created it, marveled at the feats.As it was, he was likely already late.
So instead of distorting and contorting around the enigmatic quandaries, the beast stalked straight for the shelves, dusting off spines, grabbing hold of several volumes and ranges, peering through a few to ensure they were suitable.
Then, with a predilection to return, he wandered, arms full of books, back to where everyone else had already gathered.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
