The first step

The sadness that seemed to lounged in her eyes was unmistakable; and she felt this, it was quite overwhelming, enough so that she could’ve sworn over the moist that was almost dormant near the edge of her eyes. It had been some years since, since she spoke about it out loud, the last person being her grandfather: the feeling, the heart ache, the experience all in all, in fact, Saya felt almost relieved that she had talked about it instead of continuing to repress further and further. What she didn’t feel was closure and until she finds them; bodies or graves; perhaps, she never will.

Never the less, she allowed her eyes to settle in Deimos’ own, and heeded his words. All along, she thought of how weak of a person she was, a woman who never really had the chance to prove the world of her capabilities, only because she held no such capacity. She thought of herself as a burden, almost stooped to the level of looking down upon her own self; oh, how she abhorred the needles ideas, but then could not help but drench her thoughts with them either. But when Deimos looked into her eyes with such genuine purpose and intent, it almost felt that he soaked some of the tension from her.

Her brows lowered and she smiled in return, the type of smile that evinced her appreciation towards him. They were so close once more, felt his leveled breathing, his lips were not very far, just a slight move and she would have tasted him again.

In reply, her voice would be quite soft, barely above a whisper.

“I.. promise, Deimos.”

Without much warning, Deimos brought both of his arms from around Saya’s body and let his hands coolly press against the sides of her face, his thumbs smoothing her cheeks gently as he leaned in and let their foreheads touch. He offered her a smile, one that was unburdened by the ballistic logic that Deimos ran his life. He enjoyed the effect that Saya, her mere presence, had on him; it let him revel in the simplicity of the surrounding life, in the power of brevity.

“Lovely! I’ll be holding you to that promise Saya, you don’t realize how important it is that you stay the pure and innocent being you truly are inside. There’s going to come a time where I’ll begin to lose myself, as I always have before, and you’re going to be my only anchor.”

Deimos leaned in silently and pressed his lips against hers; this kiss was not quite as stunning as their last kiss, as the damage had already been done, but her lips still tasted as sweet as the very first time he had sampled them, and her touch still made his heart flutter in ways he did not imagine a healthy human heart should.

“Good.” Deimos voice was a strained whisper when he finally mustered the courage to leave the sanctity that Saya’s kiss offered, staring softly into her eyes, as if it pained him to care so deeply about any one person. “We should be leaving soon, I’ve yet to show you your new home. It’s a bit more…lavish than a room above a tea-house, but hopefully you won’t mind.”

“Lose your self?”

True; it might have been quite a silly question, one that was probably disregarded as quickly as she asked. Saya could not help but feel consternated however; just what did he mean by it? She shrugged inside, a type of contorted motion that was barely visible by the eye, and so burked the query with a warm smile in return.

Her expression did not stray too much towards being perplexed. Somehow, the man before her was full of it-- ‘it’ being peculiarity. There was a pleasant countenance on her that was overly endearing. At the moment, she would think of nothing else, with a smile that widened more, but how propitious the night had become; how.. almost, ironic it was.. Her feet had fortuitously led her here, and good faith was by her side that she did not die, but instead, had fallen --..

Oh, such a kiss; a bliss understandable but difficult to explain. She closed her eyes during the meeting of their lips. How her cheeks flushed; a shade of scarlet intensifying the apples of her face and only seemed to further bestow Saya’s pulchritude in his eyes as well as the variant surroundings. Her heart fluttered, as would Ina’s beautiful wings. Deimos’ intension of drawing her near, should he have any to begin with, was fulfilled, finished; ultimately appeased.

“..y..yes.” She found it quite difficult to speak and so smiled very timidly. So, she had a new home as well. ‘Me? mind? Not at all!’. She would only be thinking those words that seemed to scream within her very thoughts. So loud it seemed that she almost grimace because of it.

Deimos lifted his right hand and let his fingers slither their way through her tresses, and then he began to gently stroke his fingers through her locks; he did not know where this urge may have come from, as it was an act that he had never done before much less thought about. But it was pleasing in its useless simplicity; he enjoyed it, for all its lack of worth.

Deimos was suddenly overtaken with a capricious nature that caused him to lean in and whisper hotly against her ear; he could not restrain the beginnings of the smile that played at the ends of his lips.

“You look absolutely adorable when you blush, just thought you should know.”

And this was quickly followed by an act of endearment that even Deimos thought was impossible for his cold heart to beat through his body; he had done so many things outside of his character in the few moments he had come to know this woman. The effect that she had on him was frightening.

Seemingly unaffected by such silly principles as gravity and weight distribution, Deimos’ body rose from the ground until he was standing firmly on his two feet; his arms were around Saya, one across her back and the other beneath her legs, holding her to his person in a perfectly executed fireman’s carry or, in a much more recognized example, in how a groom holds his bride.

“We’ve been dawdling long enough; we mustn’t stay out in the open for too long. Let’s go.”

Deimos smiled down reassuringly to Saya as he made his way towards the lake. Something snapped, a pressure was released, and within that very same instance the waters began to undulate, pushing back and forth in every rising waves until it reached a point where it seemed the lake alone was caught in a tempest.

When his foot touched onto the very surface of the water, there came a satisfying crunch; tiny wisps of cool mist rose from Deimos feet and, though it could not be seen, it could be assumed that Deimos froze the water directly underfoot. It was in this fashion that he continued onward, a trail of frozen footsteps left in his wake and the rising waters sluiced to the side as if in fear of touching Deimos’ skin, until he reached the very center of the lake.

“Don’t be afraid. I’ll keep you safe.”

His eyes turned to the skies, where deep and dark clouds suspiciously overhang; lightning cracked, thunder roared, and in a flash of light the two had vanished.

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