DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Any of the harsher nostalgia warped away as Kiada stumbled out of her inclinations, leaving only a slight smirk behind. In turn though, he did offer himself freely – opening his arms so she could slide amidst his warm wake, and his hands extending another pair of gloves. “You do not have to be here,” he rumbled – picturing her amidst Torchline or the Climb in the bitter proportions of winter.
Though, neither did he, probably, but given the latest turn of events, it’d been an inevitable march across the melancholic void. His grin shifted into furrowed brows and a barely hidden frown, head shaking, a long sigh to follow. “Noah has been…chained in the Grounds for the time being, by Vi. I came to see why.” And all the other frustrating particulars. “How are you?”
Though, neither did he, probably, but given the latest turn of events, it’d been an inevitable march across the melancholic void. His grin shifted into furrowed brows and a barely hidden frown, head shaking, a long sigh to follow. “Noah has been…chained in the Grounds for the time being, by Vi. I came to see why.” And all the other frustrating particulars. “How are you?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
