DEIMOS
He didn’t notice anything more amiss, either her pretenses and wiles assembled in grand style, he didn’t want to partake in ruining things further, or the lack of attuned natures flickering between them had rendered him unaware and ignorant. “Hm,” he grunted in response, a muffled snort. “Zuri can heal it if you want.” Or to leave it there, meant to stitch together on its own, another reminder of something more, something less, something else.
His head tilted, regaining his proper posture and stance, away from the lean, going further up the steps and towards the entryway of the house. He thought to offer his hand, but remained uncertain if she’d take it, if the whispers of other days, of helpless, fleeting, raw motions and emotions were still there, and he’d simply be making everything worse. “I am fine.” For the most part, as fine as he could be before another tempest, another maelstrom, another cataclysm waged – recovering with time and space and other pursuits. “Accidentally had Sunjata electrocuted,” and there was a small snicker there, the beginning of a laugh between a roll of his shoulders. Thinking better on the amusements and teasing, his eyes lifted to the roof, and then to the door, palm reaching over the aperture’s knob, glancing back towards her. “He is fine too.” In case she was concerned; never quite certain where she stood with the Flood.
Opening the entryway, he stepped out of her path, granting her inside first, uncertainty still clawing its way through his chest. “Are you feeling better?”
His head tilted, regaining his proper posture and stance, away from the lean, going further up the steps and towards the entryway of the house. He thought to offer his hand, but remained uncertain if she’d take it, if the whispers of other days, of helpless, fleeting, raw motions and emotions were still there, and he’d simply be making everything worse. “I am fine.” For the most part, as fine as he could be before another tempest, another maelstrom, another cataclysm waged – recovering with time and space and other pursuits. “Accidentally had Sunjata electrocuted,” and there was a small snicker there, the beginning of a laugh between a roll of his shoulders. Thinking better on the amusements and teasing, his eyes lifted to the roof, and then to the door, palm reaching over the aperture’s knob, glancing back towards her. “He is fine too.” In case she was concerned; never quite certain where she stood with the Flood.
Opening the entryway, he stepped out of her path, granting her inside first, uncertainty still clawing its way through his chest. “Are you feeling better?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
