DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Eyes downcast, staring down at makeshift Basins and sculptures, he missed her drawn smile, picking apart pieces of snow that didn’t belong within some ornate boundaries. Deimos didn’t know if any of this would truly matter – having an open conversation about those with incantations, if it would lead to anything, He hemmed and hawed amidst his whirlwind of thoughts, bridging in between before finally coming to some manner of fruition in his mind, layering it behind his teeth. “That is up to you. But I think you should be prepared in case it nothing changes.” He paused, considering within a sigh. “And I do not want anything worse to fall upon us.” Perhaps it felt safe and meaningful for Seren to start upon this aspiration, but it wasn’t something that would personally affect her. Just them. Even if he wasn't bothered, there were scores more that could've been.
He did happen to catch the startled look on her features though, arching a brow and inwardly cringing. Perhaps he’d come from too many worlds where there were blatant consequences to actions; presuming some manner of punishment (not severe or strict, maybe, but something if there was a layer of concern or trepidation lingering there). He’d received his fair share, and issued many more.
Deimos should’ve known better, really; given more to his thoughts and introspections over the past few years – some had been maimed and murdered without repercussion. But Seren seemed far more ready to accept the inevitable, far more than the others he could think of. “A lecture, then?” A tiny quirk of a smile reappeared, alongside a residual shrug of his shoulders.
He did happen to catch the startled look on her features though, arching a brow and inwardly cringing. Perhaps he’d come from too many worlds where there were blatant consequences to actions; presuming some manner of punishment (not severe or strict, maybe, but something if there was a layer of concern or trepidation lingering there). He’d received his fair share, and issued many more.
Deimos should’ve known better, really; given more to his thoughts and introspections over the past few years – some had been maimed and murdered without repercussion. But Seren seemed far more ready to accept the inevitable, far more than the others he could think of. “A lecture, then?” A tiny quirk of a smile reappeared, alongside a residual shrug of his shoulders.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
