DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
There would’ve been times beforehand where he might’ve been more than just mildly melancholy at the semblances of Morgan’s death. Now it came with the normal reticence; from time and belligerence, from altered opinions, from dangerous lines tread in snow. He stood towards the back in his furs, hands in pockets, piercing eyes following over the rest of the gathered. There were some other stupefying whispers from some individual he didn’t know, and so he didn’t even bother – too detached, sliding back into Reaper habits. Plans had already been made. They wouldn’t be stopped this time.
There were some contradictions and refutes to Sah’s claims about Morgan in his mind, but he remained mute. It wasn’t the time, nor worth the energy wasted. Instead, his stare eventually went to Noah’s arrow and flames – permitting a moment for it to all catch, kindling snapping, smoke rising –
Remembering Rexanna’s own pyre – a twitch in his jaw beginning to form from clenching it too tightly.
And then he unfurled more into the fire, giving and granting more to his elemental incantations, so it was a true conflagration.
There were some contradictions and refutes to Sah’s claims about Morgan in his mind, but he remained mute. It wasn’t the time, nor worth the energy wasted. Instead, his stare eventually went to Noah’s arrow and flames – permitting a moment for it to all catch, kindling snapping, smoke rising –
Remembering Rexanna’s own pyre – a twitch in his jaw beginning to form from clenching it too tightly.
And then he unfurled more into the fire, giving and granting more to his elemental incantations, so it was a true conflagration.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
