tell the ones you love, you love them

do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,

Silence overtakes them, only the sounds of Deimos and Zuriel’s breathing to break up the quiet. She doesn’t need to, and instead sits there with a predatory stillness as she watches the lines on his face, on the mask that cracks and falters through his face. He can’t look at her, simply continues to stare at the floor. “She tried to get to me.” She adds in softly – one of the last memories before blinding pain, fire, and more fire.

But she listens more, hearing his breath grow harsher, a deepened frown crossing along her face, drawing a leg up to wrap one arm around it, keeping her other hand in Deimos’. “That’s not your fault.” She adds in softly, unsure what had all occurred, but knowing that it wasn’t him that had caused all of those things, regardless of what he may have thought, what arguments might have come about from it.

“I’m sorry.” She says after, giving his hands a softer squeeze, trying to give him her attention and her presence to try and drag him out of it. But that isn’t all – no, it continues into something that horrifies her now, something that burns within her and tells her to run, so similarly to Deimos’ own internal warfare.

She purses her lips, the fire and frustration within her evident and written on her face, unable to master it now that she’s come back. “They can’t do that…” She says softly, though not without her anger and fire. “I won’t go back.” This is said with more determination. She won’t be killed again if she could help it, but she supposes she might not have a choice in it all.

the world fears you

KIADA