DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Mood verging on melancholic and pensive, he hadn’t expected anyone to materialize nearby. Most citizens of the Grounds, either in the past or present, knew enough to steer clear or keep a respectable distance; even if it had been years since his strides had pressed through their wakes. Glancing downwards in his residual stoicism, to find Danta of all people, did cause an arch of his brow, a steely nod of his head, uncertain if he was eager for antics presently.
“It is fine,” to ward off another pending invitation to drinks – especially if it was still Sunjata’s old haunt, because he’d be sorely tempted to set it ablaze out of spite.
The nature of the festival made his eyes narrow, nose threatening to wrinkle. “Not one of my favorites.” He’d seen the Ancient there too, streaking around, but that struck him as something the man probably did in his free time anyway. Hadn’t there been something else…
Reflecting briefly on the events, a juvenile turn of his mind began to form; his features reticent once more. “You were talking to Ru.”
“It is fine,” to ward off another pending invitation to drinks – especially if it was still Sunjata’s old haunt, because he’d be sorely tempted to set it ablaze out of spite.
The nature of the festival made his eyes narrow, nose threatening to wrinkle. “Not one of my favorites.” He’d seen the Ancient there too, streaking around, but that struck him as something the man probably did in his free time anyway. Hadn’t there been something else…
Reflecting briefly on the events, a juvenile turn of his mind began to form; his features reticent once more. “You were talking to Ru.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
