DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Even in their pinions of relief, he couldn’t quite ascertain the same; heart bounding and ricocheting on the possibilities of Zuriel being gone, ears flattening against his skull in a certain pique of frustration, leaning into Amalia only because otherwise he might’ve sizzled and seared. A definitive sigh rampaged through him though, tiger nostrils flaring, striving to take in a distant scent; connections and bonds reaching out along hazes, confusion, and startling bewilderment.
It was there though; faint, quiet, like a fading star.
I did he motioned in return to Kiada’s question, a stern set to his jawline even here, molded as a massive cat. He maneuvered carefully, steadily, adrift and away from the Spire’s edges and fringes, calling in a silent refrain along the plains and ether. His eyes narrowed and he swallowed, pressing down the noxious, unfurling, unraveling bile caught in his throat.
A flurry, a flicker, of birds suddenly erupted from a nearby bush, and rather than being startled, as if they thought they were being preyed upon, they seemed to settle along a branch, staring down at him. He did the same in return, until something clicked, and the flying sparrows and swallows hastened off; as if they were granting him a favor, as if they were searching for the unicorn.
Then he turned back to the tiny, makeshift group again Perhaps she is with Jigano? Maybe a dull, dismal hope, but the only thing he had in that strangled second.
It was there though; faint, quiet, like a fading star.
I did he motioned in return to Kiada’s question, a stern set to his jawline even here, molded as a massive cat. He maneuvered carefully, steadily, adrift and away from the Spire’s edges and fringes, calling in a silent refrain along the plains and ether. His eyes narrowed and he swallowed, pressing down the noxious, unfurling, unraveling bile caught in his throat.
A flurry, a flicker, of birds suddenly erupted from a nearby bush, and rather than being startled, as if they thought they were being preyed upon, they seemed to settle along a branch, staring down at him. He did the same in return, until something clicked, and the flying sparrows and swallows hastened off; as if they were granting him a favor, as if they were searching for the unicorn.
Then he turned back to the tiny, makeshift group again Perhaps she is with Jigano? Maybe a dull, dismal hope, but the only thing he had in that strangled second.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
