Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Her response caused a narrowing of his eyes, inscrutable and nonchalant, no great revelation to the way his mind began churning again. There were many options and opportunities in their wake, but he was being generous in his asinine and juvenile way. Distrustful too, maybe, by the way his head still tilted and watched her, in the ridiculous antics they displayed. Only in these instances did his specious, furtive notions ever carve a jaundiced accord in her direction, for obvious reasons.The piercing slate of his gaze fixated on the way his boot twisted and turned in the air, knowing he had other predilections brewing. “Sure,” was a firm tone, as if set in stone. For a moment, he released one of her legs simply for his hand to reach down towards a pants pocket, retrieving said granola bar, one of many hiding places. “When you are ready,” came along a low rumble, jaw indicating the shoe would need to be in her possession.
