Deimos would’ve wholeheartedly agreed with the bestowed sentiments, but the wailing was too much of a distraction now. Kiada calling out to it ensured his eyes were widened, and then he tracked the notions, to see if the wraith responded – rather than continuing to billow and wail.
She shifted, turned, and he caught the empty eye sockets, the semblance of nothingness shattering around her. It made too many memories of too many LongNights crackle down the length of his spine, and he drew beside Kiada instinctively. For all that he’d remained unbothered by the spirits before, they clutched at too many haunting barbs now.
But the ghost didn’t maneuver any further, the hollowed and poignant sounds drowning everything else out, until a whisper, a saddened hiss, punctured from her chest. ”I can’t find them! I can’t find them!” repeated in vague gestures, her hands searching in the grass for objects unseen.
She shifted, turned, and he caught the empty eye sockets, the semblance of nothingness shattering around her. It made too many memories of too many LongNights crackle down the length of his spine, and he drew beside Kiada instinctively. For all that he’d remained unbothered by the spirits before, they clutched at too many haunting barbs now.
But the ghost didn’t maneuver any further, the hollowed and poignant sounds drowning everything else out, until a whisper, a saddened hiss, punctured from her chest. ”I can’t find them! I can’t find them!” repeated in vague gestures, her hands searching in the grass for objects unseen.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
