all rivers flow to the sea

DEIMOS

Deimos wouldn’t begrudge anyone their curiosities, especially since he was inquisitive and nosey all on his own ventures. There was almost a be careful uttered through the bond, but then he kept it to himself – maybe Chrys already was, and clever enough to get out of potential trials and tribulations.

With the agreement made, he gave a brief nod, and then kicked off the bottom, arcing gracefully upwards with the jar trailing from the rope in his hand. He trusted she knew the way, given it was her terrain and territory, and his eyes glanced along, muscles content with the given pace. The question lodged back at him caused another smile. Yes. But I have a seal shift too. He’d simply chosen the incantations to stay under the depths a little while longer, instead of having to return to the surface on occasion.

who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls