DEIMOS
Festivities again; embarking through the haze of rumors and speculations, until his hands grasped hold of all the lanterns in his possession. Each year they grew in number, and each time it compelled strangleholds of emotions – sorrow and anguish that they were gone from his life, and some manner of peace that they were, at least, away from the impending danger of the future.
He brought neither companion – safely tucked in Halo – and the trace of the Feverlands was renewed, alive, and as he neared the feast table he snorted in recognition of the chocolates they’d made far earlier in the season. Entirely too distracted, he only took a few from the table, before surveying the rest of the surroundings, perhaps looking for those familiar, while he sought out a space to hang tokens of his lost brethren.
He brought neither companion – safely tucked in Halo – and the trace of the Feverlands was renewed, alive, and as he neared the feast table he snorted in recognition of the chocolates they’d made far earlier in the season. Entirely too distracted, he only took a few from the table, before surveying the rest of the surroundings, perhaps looking for those familiar, while he sought out a space to hang tokens of his lost brethren.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky