DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“If it were easy, it would have already been accomplished.” He gave a wry grin, hoping to alleviate some of the melancholy atmosphere, placing a distance between the harshness while still intermingling with the strands of reality. Presiding amidst Halo hadn’t been simple or straightforward either, with multitudes of mistakes, errors, and grievances along the way, but they’d learned and prospered from them. The people contained within were strong and enduring though, never coming close to giving in. If the Hollowed Grounds could be much the same…
He wasn’t expecting Darkeye’s sentimentality extended his way, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do with it. Eyes widening for a fraction, he snorted again. “Thank you. I think we can try.” He’d already given his amount of advice in listening; and if the priest adhered to it, they’d be fine. Friends, even when it seemed a scarce possibility.
He did manage a laugh at the last remark, shaking his head. “Do not worry about it.”
He wasn’t expecting Darkeye’s sentimentality extended his way, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to do with it. Eyes widening for a fraction, he snorted again. “Thank you. I think we can try.” He’d already given his amount of advice in listening; and if the priest adhered to it, they’d be fine. Friends, even when it seemed a scarce possibility.
He did manage a laugh at the last remark, shaking his head. “Do not worry about it.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
