DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword masked his dread, apprehension, and everything else mixed within. Instead, he marched dutifully, like a good soldier, tucking all the nuances behind. Only the lingering glimpse of confusion as he carried his torch, as he spotted Noah amongst the crowd (with multitudes to say but not within the looming denizens), solidified, before sparking that away too.
A nod was given and granted to each individual, and the only unknown was treated with the slightest arch of his brow, presuming this was the Spyglass from the letter. Without his companions, left behind with Cordelia because he had no inclination of risking them in these circumstances, he stood alone for a moment, before drawing up beside the Sentinel. “Deimos Ignatius,” by way of greeting towards Finn, extending his hand, and then awaiting whatever was to come next (nothing good; he could surmise).
A nod was given and granted to each individual, and the only unknown was treated with the slightest arch of his brow, presuming this was the Spyglass from the letter. Without his companions, left behind with Cordelia because he had no inclination of risking them in these circumstances, he stood alone for a moment, before drawing up beside the Sentinel. “Deimos Ignatius,” by way of greeting towards Finn, extending his hand, and then awaiting whatever was to come next (nothing good; he could surmise).
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
