DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The makeshift, billowing snow arm made a great show of falling to pieces as the arrow hit it, going limp and ultimately falling into powder and decay across the bone bridge’s adornments. Raising his brow at her sudden bout of confidence, he took it as a moment and hint to amplify proceedings, ensuring the rest of the target was faster and unpredictable. It moved much like prey, erratic and fleeting, bounding and leaping in different directions, persisting in challenging angles while granting him an instant to stretch enchantment muscles.
He did understand the lack of going directly to the source – and if only because of the past. But the Voice, given the nature of her actions and some of her followers, had left them with a feeling of distrust for a long while, and well before war had become a harsh whisper. “Fair enough,” he insisted, the brief shrug of shoulders reassuring she’d get no judgement from him on the matter. Though his glance did go back her way at the notions of the jacket. “If she cannot, or will not, I can always upgrade it for you.” A promise that she’d be able to access them whenever she wanted.
He did understand the lack of going directly to the source – and if only because of the past. But the Voice, given the nature of her actions and some of her followers, had left them with a feeling of distrust for a long while, and well before war had become a harsh whisper. “Fair enough,” he insisted, the brief shrug of shoulders reassuring she’d get no judgement from him on the matter. Though his glance did go back her way at the notions of the jacket. “If she cannot, or will not, I can always upgrade it for you.” A promise that she’d be able to access them whenever she wanted.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
