all rivers flow to the sea

DEIMOS

“We can test it out,” he suggested, tying a few more knots in the rope, and tugging on it a few times, ensuring the pieces weren’t going to fall apart and scatter the moment he left it. Satisfied with the arrangement, he would’ve started putting together some semblance of an experimental message, but the companions were already a distraction. “Prepare yourself,” he smirked towards the mermaid – as Belial came swooping in.

The peryton glided around him at first, pleased and content and loud, wings brushing over the soldier’s shoulders. Maybe he was ensuring his bonded was all right, maybe he was making up for a lack of obnoxious behavior in the past couple of hours. Deimos reached out his hand to brush over the top of the fanged deer’s head, and satisfied, the beast swung his attentions towards the water-laden citizen.

Abruptly, eyes widening, another outcry (potentially excitement) followed, and then he pursued on swift measures, diving headfirst into the currents, to land with a vicious splash. Probably a greeting. Probably.

Zuriel, however, approached with her cautious, imperial way, and by the look she gave him, Deimos might have expected a silent lecture.

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