DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The magic molded under his command quickly and efficiently, until he’d had enough, staring out over the bone bridge, watching them meander and spiral around as the inquiries continued. It wasn’t what he expected, and his brow arched, figuring Kiada must have known ages before. Perhaps he was wrong, and the presumptions of the past were simply that and nothing more – for his own motivations were largely left private, and furtive, unless they were pressed and maneuvered for Halo.
Pausing, and then unfurling another long breath, his eyes eventually drifted back to her. “Because she gave me the ability to become Attuned,” when so many others time the shrines, the world, had been silent. And with that, the bitterness and rancor had faded over the years, even after catastrophes and wars. “And continued to give me chance after chance. So I gave her my loyalty.” But never his entire being or soul; no chains wrapped around his spine. To Kiada though, for he shouldn’t be the only one peeling away layers and lacquer, he allowed the slightest of smiles. “What about Dygra?” Had she met up with the chaotic being yet?
Pausing, and then unfurling another long breath, his eyes eventually drifted back to her. “Because she gave me the ability to become Attuned,” when so many others time the shrines, the world, had been silent. And with that, the bitterness and rancor had faded over the years, even after catastrophes and wars. “And continued to give me chance after chance. So I gave her my loyalty.” But never his entire being or soul; no chains wrapped around his spine. To Kiada though, for he shouldn’t be the only one peeling away layers and lacquer, he allowed the slightest of smiles. “What about Dygra?” Had she met up with the chaotic being yet?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
