DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
In between placing her on their bed, finishing up any bedtime chores and tending to their companions, he too eventually succumbed to slumber. It’d be a uneasy, restless sort of sleep, in between airs of dreams he didn’t particularly want to have, and by the time Evie had found some measure of consciousness, he’d long since lost his – eyes tracking over shadows, thoughts flicking to past lives and alterations beyond – in and out of fitful proportions until he gave up entirely.
Though he didn’t follow her upwards, watching her, uncertain about her level of exhaustion or disorientation, brow furrowing slightly until she called out. From there he did rise, rubbing at one of his eyes and maneuvering long hair out of his face, hand reaching for hers. His rumbling voice, deepened from the attempts at rest, grumbled in the dark, brow already beginning to furrow with concern. “You all right?”
Though he didn’t follow her upwards, watching her, uncertain about her level of exhaustion or disorientation, brow furrowing slightly until she called out. From there he did rise, rubbing at one of his eyes and maneuvering long hair out of his face, hand reaching for hers. His rumbling voice, deepened from the attempts at rest, grumbled in the dark, brow already beginning to furrow with concern. “You all right?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
