DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“You could probably find the same sort of entertainment in Torchline.” Amidst the drunken frivolity and antics, Deimos presumed there’d be a number of fools hastening towards bonfires, streaking, skipping, and the like. Or a decent bar fight. His eyes roamed more of the kiosks as they passed through, though he blinked once or twice when spying some Ludo and Safrin puppets, deliberate knock-offs of years past, and had to hide either a grin or a snort.
Besides, the other statement caused another arch of his brow. “Yet?” The thought of someone like Danta residing amidst the Grounds was different – considering its current platitude, and probably had little to offer the Ancient in terms of amusement and diversions. Unless he liked to chase after banshees through the woods.
Meetings between the Valkyrie lined up with her vacation notions, and what he’d heard of Flora’s recent ventures – Thieves Guild included. But one to keep information in his machinations, and not given outwardly or freely unless necessary, he mentioned nothing of the sort. “Yes. She is family.”
Besides, the other statement caused another arch of his brow. “Yet?” The thought of someone like Danta residing amidst the Grounds was different – considering its current platitude, and probably had little to offer the Ancient in terms of amusement and diversions. Unless he liked to chase after banshees through the woods.
Meetings between the Valkyrie lined up with her vacation notions, and what he’d heard of Flora’s recent ventures – Thieves Guild included. But one to keep information in his machinations, and not given outwardly or freely unless necessary, he mentioned nothing of the sort. “Yes. She is family.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
