DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
He didn’t want these moments strained and haunted, out of touch, out of place, discomforting. Opportunities to have, rather than reflection of what was gone and missing – for there was plenty – taking the idle moments for what they were worth, and pouring their compassion into them. A bizarre thing perhaps for the once-Reaper; but the slow, slow, slow erosion had caught and tethered him, and he’d learned somewhere along the way. One hand reached for Auni, for scratches, for familiar nuances, taking Kiada’s embrace, sharing what he could. Zuriel snagged full advantage of what she was offered, beelining away from Chulane at the first opportunity to inveigle treats, nodding subtley as her teeth wrapped around the fruit, crunching down hard, and collecting the other in her maw. A snort followed suit on the notions of spoiling her dinner, and with a haughty huff, withdrew towards the hearth to munch on the second apple.
Luckily for Chulane, Deimos didn’t catch the nuances and alterations of the words, arching a single brow in confusion, before pretending as if it didn’t happen. Instead, he tended to the plates, laying them out in favorable places, and lifting lids off of proportions of food. “Drinks?” Uncertain if there was a preference for the ningo farmer, and continued notions of the same in regards to Kiada – who wouldn’t be able to taste it. Perhaps if he made it strong enough?
The inquiry caused the lightest of smirks. “Yes. I needed a claw for a task.” The rest of the explanation didn’t seem necessary – no need to waste precious meat, the entire bear utilized for multiple purposes. He presumed Aisha had her new furs already sewn. “Help yourself,” by way of offering, again and again, placing a large carving knife beside the meat, before he tended to their other means.
Unite and spread the heart apart
