DEIMOS
His attention waxed and waned, eyes circumventing over the lanterns, on the angles of perfection and what those souls readily deserved, and along the lines of what Glas preferred to craft. Eventually his gaze went towards the living, head tilting to study the notebook sketches. The small depths of a smile crept along his mouth again, pleasantly surprised by the array of instruments, by the figures he’d never be able to name – save for a few they might’ve played within camps evenings before battles, or the ones blared beside war drums. A memory flickered against him, of campfires and friends and love beside the roaring flames, composing ridiculous sonnets and songs, and he let it pierce him briefly, before being placed away, into confinements of things he’d never have again.
His gaze lifted back to the scarred features, to the quiet lad, to the fellow who seemed very hidden, far more concealed than even Deimos could amount nowadays. Where some of his taciturn edges had worn off, either through familiarity, comfort, support, or another figment entirely, this one seemed locked in its threshold. The Sword likely wasn’t going to be the one to strive and reach in, pluck the boy out, but could understand the value of smaller moments, of depths that hadn’t been permitted to range, of an intangible wake struggling, striving, to decipher where they fit. “Do you play?” A brief wondering, and then nothing more.
His gaze lifted back to the scarred features, to the quiet lad, to the fellow who seemed very hidden, far more concealed than even Deimos could amount nowadays. Where some of his taciturn edges had worn off, either through familiarity, comfort, support, or another figment entirely, this one seemed locked in its threshold. The Sword likely wasn’t going to be the one to strive and reach in, pluck the boy out, but could understand the value of smaller moments, of depths that hadn’t been permitted to range, of an intangible wake struggling, striving, to decipher where they fit. “Do you play?” A brief wondering, and then nothing more.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
