DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Walls upon walls upon walls; Deimos knew them well. Added to his fortress and fortifications on the regular, beating and bleeding, until something they didn’t even resemble what he’d started with. Bit by bit, things altered and changed – massive heartbreaks, sicknesses, deaths, damnation, consequences rendered so bleak and devastating that he’d thought about giving up and giving in. But not now, not with these parameters and details, not with these endless upheavals. There was too much at stake, too many lives, for him to back away and collapse now.
The wolves were gone, vanished traces upon the snow, but the howls echoed off in the distance, in between the rumbling of plots and transgressions. His voice was a grumble too, low and steady in the face of wrath. She wants Halo to say they side with the Old Gods. Which would only happen with leadership, with alteration, with either convincing, deceit, or another plot manifested within. Along the Attuned statutes, he did just that; folding trust into the mainframe, as descriptions lined, fixtured upon the horizon.
The wolves were gone, vanished traces upon the snow, but the howls echoed off in the distance, in between the rumbling of plots and transgressions. His voice was a grumble too, low and steady in the face of wrath. She wants Halo to say they side with the Old Gods. Which would only happen with leadership, with alteration, with either convincing, deceit, or another plot manifested within. Along the Attuned statutes, he did just that; folding trust into the mainframe, as descriptions lined, fixtured upon the horizon.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
