DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Torchline King would be fortunate to find the Sword in his office at all; most of the morning had been spent amidst the barracks, fine-tuning a few demonstratives with the rest of his fellow soldiers, before eventually adjourning to the newfound pile of mail and missives on his desk. He’d just opened another before a messenger alerted him of Hadama’s presence, notions of coming to see him, and the notes of confusion began.
His bewilderment was further evident as the Tidebreaker was eventually there, walking through the doors, and for a second his brows furrowed in evident perplexity and puzzlement. There’d been nothing drawn ahead save for the notice minutes before, and naught else had occurred in between hunting parties, or something where a letter wouldn’t suffice. He wasn’t going to comment on the legs, despite how it signaled and summoned its own line of questioning.
But he wouldn’t be rude, and rose from his chair, stepping aside and ensuring there was one close to his desk. “Hadama,” he noted with a nod of decorum, and one to his warrior as well, before she departed. “Did they get the wrong Warden?” Evie would’ve been the much likelier candidate – a presumption of how misunderstandings might have unfolded across the tundra and terrain.
His bewilderment was further evident as the Tidebreaker was eventually there, walking through the doors, and for a second his brows furrowed in evident perplexity and puzzlement. There’d been nothing drawn ahead save for the notice minutes before, and naught else had occurred in between hunting parties, or something where a letter wouldn’t suffice. He wasn’t going to comment on the legs, despite how it signaled and summoned its own line of questioning.
But he wouldn’t be rude, and rose from his chair, stepping aside and ensuring there was one close to his desk. “Hadama,” he noted with a nod of decorum, and one to his warrior as well, before she departed. “Did they get the wrong Warden?” Evie would’ve been the much likelier candidate – a presumption of how misunderstandings might have unfolded across the tundra and terrain.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
