DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He took the ribbing in good-natured decrees; for Deimos had always been an individual aligned with purpose. His actions were grounded in steadfast, motivated, and ambitious motions, and he ensured the rest of his world was too; tenacious, enterprising, and persistent, and they wouldn’t flail about without a plan in place. Measures were swift and countenances unwavering – Halo had been built on stern, unfaltering stubbornness, and he maintained the weight of it all on broad shoulders. Because through it all, he just wanted them safe.
The Grounds working on nothing caused a brief wrinkle to his nose; but those notions were well out of his hands and control. Perhaps in time they’d be able to conjure something in preparation – it’d remain to be seen.
As for the following semblances, his brow arched and he rolled his eyes – having had the same, familiar conversations with Evie. “I would not infuse it with magic. How about that?” His acts of giving, of granting, were portions of his compassion for them; but he could understand if they simply didn’t want them. “What would you prefer?” Another bow? The staff? A sword of her own again?
The Grounds working on nothing caused a brief wrinkle to his nose; but those notions were well out of his hands and control. Perhaps in time they’d be able to conjure something in preparation – it’d remain to be seen.
As for the following semblances, his brow arched and he rolled his eyes – having had the same, familiar conversations with Evie. “I would not infuse it with magic. How about that?” His acts of giving, of granting, were portions of his compassion for them; but he could understand if they simply didn’t want them. “What would you prefer?” Another bow? The staff? A sword of her own again?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
