i wonder which will get you killed faster - your loyalty
It was difficult to know when fickle instances became last moments. Especially in this world, with repose shattering into tempestuous edges within the blink of an eye, taking sanctuary, shelter, and love for what they could, when they could. Perhaps that was why there’d been those phrases of telling the ones they cherished exactly how they felt – each and every time – so it wasn’t forgotten, so it wasn’t amiss. So when everything fell apart there were still those pieces remaining, even when the nuances and notions were scattered behind. His semblances were worn, torn, and fragile now; people he’d held in his heart abandoning or leaving, dying or desecrating, which was why, after so god damned long, he seemed to finally understand what all those meanings about attachments, endearments, and beloved things meant.
He watched as she tucked herself away, curling and coiling into something else. This too was Kiada, the Harpy, the more breakable instances, where it wasn’t all fire and ice. Her words struck him in the insecurities, the edges they harbored and harpooned the most, and he tilted his head, expression striving to soften into something quieter, not the piercing gaze, not the haunted man. “Do you believe Chulane would deny you?” He’d never known the Attuned beast to do any such thing; especially not to her.
As for what to say? Deimos’ experience with relationships was nothing to extend advice upon. The girl in the rain had died, and Amalia had left him, and there were hardly any other matters in between except for friends who disappeared, and those he chose as family, gone before he could ever really express how much they meant to him. Another sigh followed, and he leaned forward now, back to forearms on knees, swallowing down the length of bile threatening to overwhelm. “I think you tell him what happened, and go from there. What more could he ask of you?” It hadn’t been her fault – falling into fire, consumed by flames, and she bore no shame in crawling into her resurrection.
But maybe the truly heartbreaking inquiry settled into the air, and no amount of contentment from Zuriel or comfort from him would really mend that hollowed entanglement except for Chulane. He’d never been enough for anyone either; no matter how many times he’d changed or eroded. And the feelings clawed back, deep in his heart, scratching and bleeding at the enamel he tried so desperately to place upon it day after day. “He has seemed very accepting. Even in this ridiculous world.” The words didn’t grate, but they wanted to – reflections of his own learning, of his own hardships, reaching over the breaking points, the hushed rumbles in his chest for her and her alone. “But if not, then you will find someone who does.” A half-smile curled in the corner of his mouth, trying to rest there, steady and sure. “I will always be here.” A force, a sanctuary, monolithic figures and familial devotion – an all-encompassing refuge if she needed one.
He watched as she tucked herself away, curling and coiling into something else. This too was Kiada, the Harpy, the more breakable instances, where it wasn’t all fire and ice. Her words struck him in the insecurities, the edges they harbored and harpooned the most, and he tilted his head, expression striving to soften into something quieter, not the piercing gaze, not the haunted man. “Do you believe Chulane would deny you?” He’d never known the Attuned beast to do any such thing; especially not to her.
As for what to say? Deimos’ experience with relationships was nothing to extend advice upon. The girl in the rain had died, and Amalia had left him, and there were hardly any other matters in between except for friends who disappeared, and those he chose as family, gone before he could ever really express how much they meant to him. Another sigh followed, and he leaned forward now, back to forearms on knees, swallowing down the length of bile threatening to overwhelm. “I think you tell him what happened, and go from there. What more could he ask of you?” It hadn’t been her fault – falling into fire, consumed by flames, and she bore no shame in crawling into her resurrection.
But maybe the truly heartbreaking inquiry settled into the air, and no amount of contentment from Zuriel or comfort from him would really mend that hollowed entanglement except for Chulane. He’d never been enough for anyone either; no matter how many times he’d changed or eroded. And the feelings clawed back, deep in his heart, scratching and bleeding at the enamel he tried so desperately to place upon it day after day. “He has seemed very accepting. Even in this ridiculous world.” The words didn’t grate, but they wanted to – reflections of his own learning, of his own hardships, reaching over the breaking points, the hushed rumbles in his chest for her and her alone. “But if not, then you will find someone who does.” A half-smile curled in the corner of his mouth, trying to rest there, steady and sure. “I will always be here.” A force, a sanctuary, monolithic figures and familial devotion – an all-encompassing refuge if she needed one.
or your stubbornness?
DEIMOS
