DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Patient and forbearing to a fault, Deimos awaited whatever turn of phrase or indication was meant to be conveyed – understanding the nature of the subject to an immense degree. Though his brows rose and eyes widened for a second, half surprised, half suspect, given the little he’d known about Hadama, they returned to neutral shortly thereafter. Maybe the man had been within Safrin’s fold the entire time, and simply hadn’t been amidst the lengths they’d gone to during the war or thereafter. Loyalty had always been at Safrin’s foundations. That she would send the Tidebreaker to both himself and Ronin made sense – a network and pathways of choices that should’ve been given and granted great consideration. “All right,” the Sword noted and nodded, waiting once more for some question to come along.
But when none unfurled, he wondered if he was meant to wax poetical or begin monologuing, neither of which existed much in his inclinations. Instead, he situated himself in the chair, taking another deep breath. “What do you want to know?”
But when none unfurled, he wondered if he was meant to wax poetical or begin monologuing, neither of which existed much in his inclinations. Instead, he situated himself in the chair, taking another deep breath. “What do you want to know?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
