[SE] flying black star

I carried my own ashes to the mountains

There wasn’t much to describe, unfortunately, no matter how curious either of them were. “Hole in the ground. I turned over quite a bit of dirt, but there was nothing in it.” Which disturbed him all the more – because how could there not be any residue? Had it been on earlier theories – that someone else had picked apart the rubble? A first arrival? Or even then, how could something that large and massive simply dissipate and disappear? “I may send out more letters later and see if anyone else found something.” Or if there were more rumors of hoarding notions.

He arched a brow at her response, then instinctually rolled his eyes. “Your presence will be welcome, regardless,” and he meant it, given everything they’d gone through – moments where they were all permitted to be happy, content, and together had once seemed entirely out of reach. Now it was theirs for the taking.

DEIMOS

KIADA

Well, that’s concerning. A hole in the ground with nothing under it and nothing within it. Empty. Certainly there’d be something left behind, wouldn’t there? It’s a thought that sits uncomfortably in her gut, exhaling a soft sigh as she shakes out more rain from her umbrella, casting her iceberg gaze back up at him. “I’ll let you know if anything else is off here… Right now, though, the rain seems to be the main issue.” So dreary and cold and wet everywhere. She’s going to start needing rainboots to get from the house to the main road if only to not lose a precious shoe in the mud.

“We built a bonfire in the Inner Quarter. I don’t think it’s lit yet, but once it is you should come and see it.” She informs him with a soft twist of her lips. “I heard it’s supposed to make it better here for us Ancient when it’s cold.” A lucky thing for her, despite now having a house to go to.

Wedding plans, though, have her growing her childish playfulness only to soften as he tells her that her presence would be welcome regardless. And it’s a thought that has a soft laugh leaving her. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” She lets her arm slip around him, giving him a little half hug – the best she can do with her small frame versus the mountain of a man Deimos is.

am i more than you bargained for yet?