DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos and popularity had never gone together in his mind, nor had he ever cared about acclaim. Actions were derived and accomplished out of necessity, and never for the reaches of recognition. He still didn’t care for constant stares, but at least in Halo, they usually came with notes, missives, tasks, or insight into the world around him. Here, he felt like a living shadow, walking along the edges of the past, and striving to find the present path. A meandering ghost, in a world that had too many. “Perhaps,” he gave forth in a slight smirk and nothing more; the discomfort in it all straightening out his shoulders.
But the pumpkins were a welcome reprieve, rolling stupidly towards them, and the Sword might’ve gazed upon them with a distinct and feral fondness. Instead, he watched as Danta’s foot came crashing down, muffling a rapacious laugh until it corresponded into a blatant snort. “Vampire gourds,” was a rumble, and then his own boot came into contact with one threatening to gnaw on the laces, and he watched as it suddenly soared over the top of a kiosk stall, and went crashing out of sight. “They tend to be more of a nuisance than anything else.” Shrugging again as another neared and he stepped into its pathway, machinations worked over their uses in prior years. “But you can use them in many desserts.”
Uncertain if Danta wanted a history lesson, and how much the Warden could even provide in that nuance, he permitted a long, slow breath, contemplating the level of destruction he’d harbor on the next rolling beast. “The Voice’s actions harmed a lot of it.” The ferocious pumpkins were nothing compared to all the other onslaughts.
But the pumpkins were a welcome reprieve, rolling stupidly towards them, and the Sword might’ve gazed upon them with a distinct and feral fondness. Instead, he watched as Danta’s foot came crashing down, muffling a rapacious laugh until it corresponded into a blatant snort. “Vampire gourds,” was a rumble, and then his own boot came into contact with one threatening to gnaw on the laces, and he watched as it suddenly soared over the top of a kiosk stall, and went crashing out of sight. “They tend to be more of a nuisance than anything else.” Shrugging again as another neared and he stepped into its pathway, machinations worked over their uses in prior years. “But you can use them in many desserts.”
Uncertain if Danta wanted a history lesson, and how much the Warden could even provide in that nuance, he permitted a long, slow breath, contemplating the level of destruction he’d harbor on the next rolling beast. “The Voice’s actions harmed a lot of it.” The ferocious pumpkins were nothing compared to all the other onslaughts.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
