DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Chin and jaw secure in his hand as he leaned out over his legs; listening all the while to the howls vacantly surrounding them – half an urge to call back in return. Seek out carnage with the wolves, rather than settle into the murk and darkness surrounding him, pay homage to the other beasts in the world; so that he might say I am one of you instead of slumping over, and staring out into shadows. But the Sword was too impossibly human and mortal in this instance, existing in the wake of all his mistakes, trials, and tribulations, gazing out over an icy world that still seemed to have him.
He listened first to Noah anyway, straightening out so that he was defined and rugged, rather than listless and languid; backbone reaching for the moon and the stars, rather than shifting cosmically and comically down to earth. That the hunter had gone to Frey, after their latest discussion, proved intriguing and interesting, and his piercing, feline eyes shifted towards the lynx. What did you ask? pulsed instead from the Attuned bond; safer still, then to be traipsing it along on the winds.
The trace amount of humor from the hunter resounded in Deimos’; in the corner of his mouth inciting a small smile, but it still felt hollow, a bit lifeless, in the face of everything else he’d scraped away. I heard some news recently that I need to wrap my head around. He paused, gaze flicking back to the endless, stark abyss beyond. Perhaps you need to hear it as well.
The rumbles continued, and they were reticent blades, stoic, furtive, layered, lacquered in the age-old, primordial fortitude he’d come to designate in nearly everything he encompassed. I spoke with Safrin. She told me, when war comes, Halo will likely be in control of the Voice, based on the Warden’s current…feelings.
He listened first to Noah anyway, straightening out so that he was defined and rugged, rather than listless and languid; backbone reaching for the moon and the stars, rather than shifting cosmically and comically down to earth. That the hunter had gone to Frey, after their latest discussion, proved intriguing and interesting, and his piercing, feline eyes shifted towards the lynx. What did you ask? pulsed instead from the Attuned bond; safer still, then to be traipsing it along on the winds.
The trace amount of humor from the hunter resounded in Deimos’; in the corner of his mouth inciting a small smile, but it still felt hollow, a bit lifeless, in the face of everything else he’d scraped away. I heard some news recently that I need to wrap my head around. He paused, gaze flicking back to the endless, stark abyss beyond. Perhaps you need to hear it as well.
The rumbles continued, and they were reticent blades, stoic, furtive, layered, lacquered in the age-old, primordial fortitude he’d come to designate in nearly everything he encompassed. I spoke with Safrin. She told me, when war comes, Halo will likely be in control of the Voice, based on the Warden’s current…feelings.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
