always prepared

Deimos A beach to explore, and likely hundreds of others, worlds opened, fresh, foreign, and new. He nodded again at her indication, at the way she promised to come find him, once honeymoons were over, once there was a return to normalcy (and he wasn’t sure if the knot of dread in his ribs was going to remain contained). Eyes upon the horizon, on the patterns of evening, twilight, night barrages, and then on his satchel, on the food, gifts, and everything else contained. Time had unwound, and their minds rendered with clarity for the moment, an angling of parting ways. “Enjoy your stay, Evelyn.” Then he twisted back towards inns, leaving her to the ocean, to the midnight sprawl. {FIN} Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime