DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He expected others to join him either out of curiosity or bravery, those that existed within Halo like himself, driven by the need to assist and shelter. Alys’s voice didn’t surprised him then, as he began looking out over the water, head over his shoulder to glance down at the Seer with a reticent expression, carefully composed so he didn’t fall apart either. “My guess is the second moon,” that had appeared in the sky not too many nights before, amidst Safrin’s warnings. But with nothing else to go by save for what was before them, he shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “I can get more information later,” but this wake was far more important. The rest could wait.
Turning back, his expression shifted, gaze seemingly gone and absorbed elsewhere, as Belial soared and presided, providing the sight overhead. “There are some out there,” their shouts too far off, but not the rise and fall against cold, chilling water, nor the strangled essence of time. “I am going to get them,” by all counts and purposes – indifferent to whether it’d be safe for himself. “You are welcome to join.” It'd be easier to grab hold of others with her hands, rather than the potential of his sharp teeth.
Zuriel snorted, staying put and likely waiting for the inevitable, as he shifted into the water – not as the Sword, but as a bakunawa, scaled and refined and massive. Aware that the entire notions could be frightening, his same residual stare flickered back to her, intending to give her a moment of decision processing – but the rest wouldn’t be able to linger for long.
Turning back, his expression shifted, gaze seemingly gone and absorbed elsewhere, as Belial soared and presided, providing the sight overhead. “There are some out there,” their shouts too far off, but not the rise and fall against cold, chilling water, nor the strangled essence of time. “I am going to get them,” by all counts and purposes – indifferent to whether it’d be safe for himself. “You are welcome to join.” It'd be easier to grab hold of others with her hands, rather than the potential of his sharp teeth.
Zuriel snorted, staying put and likely waiting for the inevitable, as he shifted into the water – not as the Sword, but as a bakunawa, scaled and refined and massive. Aware that the entire notions could be frightening, his same residual stare flickered back to her, intending to give her a moment of decision processing – but the rest wouldn’t be able to linger for long.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
