Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Not one to ever wax poetical, but had she required it, Deimos would’ve listed all the ways for when, how, and why Evie was cherished. Even amidst the easygoing sanctity of simply delivering timber to their fellow citizens, he lacked the residual nonchalance and stoicism, or the fierce, feral guard he often steeled and armored himself with. There was no need of it here – at home, and happy. Though, for as long as he’d known her, rarely had the flavor of food mattered – so he was quick to narrow his eyes in suspicion and dubious materials; his own intentions marshalled in. “Chocolate,” he announced with a pretensive, haughty indulgence, and by way of this particular round of teasing, broke off singular, small pieces, reaching forward to turn over her palm and let her have the granules.
And knowing far better, immediately and swiftly, despite his size, seizing the threads of the sled and dashing further down the cobblestones, echoes of boyish laughter resounding against the houses.
