DEIMOS
He studied her, eyes narrowed, speculating, considering, contemplating. Perhaps his jocular methods had been overwhelming, domineering particles, and he hadn’t realized it. It hadn’t been his intention, and so he backed off the Cheshire demeanor, features rendering back to their inscrutable haze. “I would not pressure you. You do not have to stay if you do not want to be here.” A show of prowess and potential might not be enough, might not be tempting, might not be what she needed and required – and he’d already been sent down the rubble, the ruin, the path of those around him who simply left. Ultimately, it was her decision, and his ideals, his ambitions, shouldn’t have factored into it. They were there, if she wanted to have a part in their aspirations.The Sword turned away momentarily, ensuring the cabinet and all its corresponding adornments were closed, sealed, shut tight and away from potential scavengers. A sigh threatened to pierce through him, and he didn’t want that, didn’t want its nuances, anguish, and sorrow to build back up, not when the day had been amusing. Her response caused his brow to arch, and he leaned back against his designated sanction, piercing gaze settling back upon Aisha. “Only if you are certain.”
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
