DEIMOS
Deimos had been called worse, but he let the insult sink in, settle into the pools of other conflagrations, viper, like he was an asp in the grass, a serpent laden amongst fields. He’d always been the mountain, the summit, the frozen, glacial expanse, there and just and unyielding – even then, when the Ascended’s fist connected with his cheek. The pain ricocheted through his face, and he bore it all, allowing it to blend with every other tangible onslaught, torture, and anguish. He only moved back into the door, no move to defend himself, nothing left to give, Bastien’s right to obliterate and demand. “I wanted to protect all of you,” was all he could murmur through swollen ramparts and overwhelming grief.
It was the last accusation that inspired something other than melancholy, a brief interval of rage, beating and bleeding and blistering through his void – the thought that he’d willingly set this trap for the Ascended, for her, caused a growl to loosen from his wake, his eyes to narrow, the emboldened outset of his existence to fracture and fragment. If he’d ever desired the Ascended to die, they would’ve felt it long before – during the fury of the blight, during the maelstroms of other cacophonies.
And to believe he would’ve done this to Rex? “No.” Jaw clenched, smarted from the fumes, vehemence and vitriol pushing through the coil of his existence. “And certainly never to her.”
It was the last accusation that inspired something other than melancholy, a brief interval of rage, beating and bleeding and blistering through his void – the thought that he’d willingly set this trap for the Ascended, for her, caused a growl to loosen from his wake, his eyes to narrow, the emboldened outset of his existence to fracture and fragment. If he’d ever desired the Ascended to die, they would’ve felt it long before – during the fury of the blight, during the maelstroms of other cacophonies.
And to believe he would’ve done this to Rex? “No.” Jaw clenched, smarted from the fumes, vehemence and vitriol pushing through the coil of his existence. “And certainly never to her.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
