Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
For all of Evie’s efforts within restoration of Talyson’s opinions, Deimos had given and granted exactly none. Tired of the dramatics and accusations, idiotic lies branched from wayward assumptions, the way the courier seemed to believe everything would magically heal with guilt tripping and one muffled apology, the Sword had kept it filed away into bitter nonchalance. He’d conduct his duties with the youth professionally, as he’d already done with the lava wyrms, and nothing more. But his eyes watched as she took the opportunity, muffling another sigh threatening to unfurl into the air. They traveled from doorframe and window to the bundles along the sled, and he might have lifted an extra along with his Air incantations to settle next to hers, amidst the waterproof bags and timber, so something still counted.
Upon her return, he began pulling the sled again, dragging it towards the next residence as it to evade everything else entirely. “You are far more forgiving than I am,” with a crook of his makeshift grin – a compliment to yield her strengths and his flaws.
