DEIMOS
“Something for yourself.” Far more difficult for individuals who sought out ways to help; gleaning their worth for the sanctity of others. He arched a brow, but only stared down at vampire gourds and their lack of menacing qualities, pondering all the while. Maybe a hobby. A direction that required nothing else but her own measures. Satisfaction in building her leagues and foundations. He shrugged, a sheepish grin forming along his mouth; knowing full well that he rarely found anything for himself either – short moments amidst all the brambles, nettles, and thorns of chaos. And maybe that was all they could ever do now; with foreboding consequences nestled into clearings.
Watching the creatures roll around and hiss, he postured more shards of ice, directed them downward at a fast clip; culling several others, and following suit on other patterns. Before long there wouldn’t be any left in the Crust, and perhaps that was fine. His head tilted while she listed off things she enjoyed – permitting a soft laugh to emit through the haze at the insinuations of enchantments. “Thank you.”
And for some reason, didn’t expect the same inquiry lofted back at him. Within an instant, his eyes widened. Seasons before, he wouldn’t have been able to answer it. Not truthfully. Not without scuttling or sliding away, back into oblivion, back into conjuring what was necessary for people, rather than anything his soul might require. A list appeared in his mind now though, a smile coming through; dimpled and boyish again. “Friends. Family. Fighting.” Predictable in nature, perhaps, but for a man who hadn’t had much of the former, and far more of the latter, he grasped those tethers and lines as best he could. “Mischief.” In multitudes of varieties; from launching flower crowns from catapults, to snowball onslaughts and sled parties. “Flying. Exploring. The mountains. I enjoy making things. I did not have that capability before Caido.” He rounded along the volleys of ice, permitting the pieces to collect and clatter, reform when the heat of the world around them dissipated their edges. “Magic. Training others, ensuring they can keep themselves safe, so they can become strong too.”
Watching the creatures roll around and hiss, he postured more shards of ice, directed them downward at a fast clip; culling several others, and following suit on other patterns. Before long there wouldn’t be any left in the Crust, and perhaps that was fine. His head tilted while she listed off things she enjoyed – permitting a soft laugh to emit through the haze at the insinuations of enchantments. “Thank you.”
And for some reason, didn’t expect the same inquiry lofted back at him. Within an instant, his eyes widened. Seasons before, he wouldn’t have been able to answer it. Not truthfully. Not without scuttling or sliding away, back into oblivion, back into conjuring what was necessary for people, rather than anything his soul might require. A list appeared in his mind now though, a smile coming through; dimpled and boyish again. “Friends. Family. Fighting.” Predictable in nature, perhaps, but for a man who hadn’t had much of the former, and far more of the latter, he grasped those tethers and lines as best he could. “Mischief.” In multitudes of varieties; from launching flower crowns from catapults, to snowball onslaughts and sled parties. “Flying. Exploring. The mountains. I enjoy making things. I did not have that capability before Caido.” He rounded along the volleys of ice, permitting the pieces to collect and clatter, reform when the heat of the world around them dissipated their edges. “Magic. Training others, ensuring they can keep themselves safe, so they can become strong too.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
