DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The inkling of maybe mulishly clambered around his head, as she tried to refute his claim. Sometimes must were the pinpoints of rage, and nothing to be sullied except unhinged vehemence – but that was neither here nor there, and he was too tired to argue the junctures and points. Instead, his gaze watched hers, adamant and certain, another breath crawling through his lungs as he nodded; storing up the amount of faith lingering within the threshold.
But his inquiry, made in fatigue as it was, must’ve done something, because the ferocity befitting her vocals surprised him – eyes widening for a moment, half-tempted to oblige her with a light laugh or a snort. Yet, her words were far too important for his ears, his heart, his lungs, his soul, to hear, catching over the sudden savage inclinations, threading fingers through hers. “Okay,” he whispered in return, accepting it for what it was worth, which, in the moment, was everything. “Thank you.”
He might’ve said more, but sometimes it was all he could bear – and Zuriel’s soft footfalls outside the door signaled more healing measures. Given the Evergreen’s reaction thereafter, it was a necessity. The glow of the unicorn’s horn started as soon as she reached Evie’s side, and his breath unwound, no longer so tight and contorted. “Do you want to try to sleep again?”
But his inquiry, made in fatigue as it was, must’ve done something, because the ferocity befitting her vocals surprised him – eyes widening for a moment, half-tempted to oblige her with a light laugh or a snort. Yet, her words were far too important for his ears, his heart, his lungs, his soul, to hear, catching over the sudden savage inclinations, threading fingers through hers. “Okay,” he whispered in return, accepting it for what it was worth, which, in the moment, was everything. “Thank you.”
He might’ve said more, but sometimes it was all he could bear – and Zuriel’s soft footfalls outside the door signaled more healing measures. Given the Evergreen’s reaction thereafter, it was a necessity. The glow of the unicorn’s horn started as soon as she reached Evie’s side, and his breath unwound, no longer so tight and contorted. “Do you want to try to sleep again?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
