DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Perhaps it was better off to not know the ruthless, irritating once Queen – the family name had seemingly diminished in the past few years, fading away with its trivialties and pursuits. Loren had struck it away from his heralding, and Deimos only knew of Neron remaining – unless there were others somewhere, hidden and isolated. His voice came along on a low rumble and grumble, a shrug of his shoulders, as if the meaning had dissipated long ago – just a brief visitation into history and baffling power dynamics. “A former ruler of the Hollowed Grounds. Supposedly dead and gone now.” Before they strived to rebel, concoct and hatch schemes in the basement of a bakery, before everything else seemed damned and doomed to flicker apart.
So he eased away from it – only to be further baffled by her inquiry. His eyes rounded, uncertain how to best approach it. He’d spoken at length with her mother many times; and only rarely did she seem to insinuate he was a burden, or unworthy, because of his Abandoned status. It was mostly all his other flaws and defects. “I have talked to Safrin on numerous occasions. Perhaps she hides it well, but she does not condemn me for having magic.” Or hadn’t yet, anyway. He figured it would’ve happened long before. “And Attuned me,” he inclined with a tilt of his head. “Perhaps it is merely the people that do not understand.” Or prejudices long since buried, given chances to rise. “So I am not certain how it would help.” They made due; changing the world in other ways.
The uneasy fixtures on her face at the mention of portals, of using them, caused his brows to furrow once more, but only in deeper contemplations. “Will you be punished for it?” Or was it just the significance that they’d been created and maintained by the Voice?
So he eased away from it – only to be further baffled by her inquiry. His eyes rounded, uncertain how to best approach it. He’d spoken at length with her mother many times; and only rarely did she seem to insinuate he was a burden, or unworthy, because of his Abandoned status. It was mostly all his other flaws and defects. “I have talked to Safrin on numerous occasions. Perhaps she hides it well, but she does not condemn me for having magic.” Or hadn’t yet, anyway. He figured it would’ve happened long before. “And Attuned me,” he inclined with a tilt of his head. “Perhaps it is merely the people that do not understand.” Or prejudices long since buried, given chances to rise. “So I am not certain how it would help.” They made due; changing the world in other ways.
The uneasy fixtures on her face at the mention of portals, of using them, caused his brows to furrow once more, but only in deeper contemplations. “Will you be punished for it?” Or was it just the significance that they’d been created and maintained by the Voice?
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
