DEIMOS
Assurances and certainties rendered permitted the slip of his spine to a more yielding posture, unaware how he’d immediately tensed, conjuring an instinctual, unbending physique when waiting for her reply. The depths of his small smile retained their prior position, and he nodded, releasing the sigh he’d held. “Okay.” Acceptance of the inevitable, that they’d play their war games and defenses, that they’d attempt to out maneuver whatever lingered on the horizon, that they’d rebuild and prosper, and there were things he could count on again. Stability – where roots wouldn’t be so uplifted, damaged, and blown, broken apart. He leaned over to procure another piece of jerky, eyes lifting towards the hall, the parlor, mind on everything else that would need to be done – and striving to funnel it away for a future moment, not bombarding instances with machinations for eternity. A pause then, in the calculating efforts, while he chewed and stared, gaze going back to the fire, ensuring it was still roaring, before attention deviated back to Aisha. “Is there anything else you wanted to see?” Investigate? Snoop around? Despite avid patrols, he hadn’t viewed everything either (sometimes the affliction and sickness had forced him out of a more formidable endurance, and now he could make up for it). There was bound to be more discoveries to be had.
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
