DEIMOS
Deimos wasn’t sure, but much of anything at this point, but he also knew better than to intrude upon Ronin or Remi in these states. Nodding to confirm only the slightest bit of certainty in the face of so much precariousness, he swallowed down another muffled barb; hands less trembling as they continued to plan, to take in what they knew and understood, in protection and safeguarding. Even if it against the vast and chilling unknown.
Another nod for agreement of the others, traversing and traveling where and when they were capable. As for meetings, he could only shrug, lost for a second in the haze of elsewhere again. “Perhaps in the upcoming season then,” if something can be arranged or they’re interested – pondering how many would be inclined to nestle within their own thresholds rather than explore further boundaries; ascertain where the threats loomed. If it had been the weather, the plants, the changes in everything else…what and how could they combat it?
The barrier was a foremost conclusion in his mind. “I do not think we have much else to do,” besides a few more rainbow collections. “So that should get done quickly.” And then they would have to decide if they wanted, or could, do more, but calculations hastened efficiently, smoothly, across their tongues and minds despite the warring efforts. “All right,” he mustered. “And the shelter for the palace, and improvements to the infirmary...” and he suddenly went still, as soon as her brow pressed against his, and he closed his eyes, tried to remove the cloudy and murky fixtures from his mind. “I am sorry,” for what, he wasn’t certain. Maybe the clustered bout of chaos they found themselves immersed within again. Maybe for bringing her into all this madness years before.
Another nod for agreement of the others, traversing and traveling where and when they were capable. As for meetings, he could only shrug, lost for a second in the haze of elsewhere again. “Perhaps in the upcoming season then,” if something can be arranged or they’re interested – pondering how many would be inclined to nestle within their own thresholds rather than explore further boundaries; ascertain where the threats loomed. If it had been the weather, the plants, the changes in everything else…what and how could they combat it?
The barrier was a foremost conclusion in his mind. “I do not think we have much else to do,” besides a few more rainbow collections. “So that should get done quickly.” And then they would have to decide if they wanted, or could, do more, but calculations hastened efficiently, smoothly, across their tongues and minds despite the warring efforts. “All right,” he mustered. “And the shelter for the palace, and improvements to the infirmary...” and he suddenly went still, as soon as her brow pressed against his, and he closed his eyes, tried to remove the cloudy and murky fixtures from his mind. “I am sorry,” for what, he wasn’t certain. Maybe the clustered bout of chaos they found themselves immersed within again. Maybe for bringing her into all this madness years before.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
