DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Curls of plumes, of warmth, of generous adornments left him at the mercy of memories for a series of moments. He breathed as the first container filled, bubbling into its sanction, remembering hours spent in wakes so eerily similar that it still twisted and turned over his soul, no matter how many times he’d been here. He sighed as the second did much of the same, overflowing as he pushed it beneath ripples and currents, for how many days he’d owed this very portion of water his life, during the sickness, during a season of torment and torture. And then he raised his head, taking the rest of the world within.Aisha and Noah stocking their own. Zuriel lingering near the embankment, curiously snorting. Belial flying higher and higher along the riches of the pool, blending between shadow and light. Seconds and instances made, carved, sculpted, and whittled not out of strife or anguish, desperation or despair – and those were to be enjoyed too. Muffling a chuckle, the Sword permitted a singular smile, raising his brows at both traveling companions. “Figure we can have three vials each. Should be enough.” And if it wasn’t, they could always return. “We can head back when we finish, or we can explore.” Opportunities they might not otherwise take or have, depending on the wake of the realm every other minute. “Up to you.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
