We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be
who we are and all that we're trying to be
A pulse of trepidation whipped through him; not unlike so many times before. When one had experienced enough bloodshed, anguish, loss, and the intricacies of war, sometimes it was a given to awaken with the recoil of drums echoing within skulls and memories, the harsh heartbeat rattling through bones and ribs.
But this was different – kept him very still in the darkness – until suddenly the illumination was there, presiding and vicious, meaning more than so many other damning things. He wouldn’t be able to shield Evie from the light for very long, but even in the eerie, enigmatic glow, he could see the owl near. At least, in that, he could remain silent, gaze remaining on the bird while his Attuned bond reached out. What happened?
DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
