DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
It seemed Bartie did have some theories, and he was all the more grateful to the sudden unfurling of legions of information, of coinciding observations, of boundless conditions he didn’t have to calculate himself. He only paused momentarily in his writing and drawing to listen, placing his attention upon the makeshift scholar and hunter, allowing his mind to conjure and take part in the notions at hand – different conditions, different limitations, of worlds where all of this was entirely normal. “So, in theory, Caido provides the resources for all of this, regardless?” Truth be told, they’d seen massive creatures before – in many intervals. Some weren’t threatening. Some were merciless and unrelenting. Some were stoked in between, and likely never seen if they were smart enough.
The notions of the Family were enough to chisel his nonchalant features into one of vivid disgruntlement; though mild, with a slight wrinkle to his nose as he returned to his sketch. “I have wondered if they had a choice at all. If it was something in the air,” making a gesture towards Torchline in general, far away. “Or had come from Starfall beforehand. Like when we had that meteor crash.” A moment of dissipation, flickering into particles and traveling across the world.
He didn’t make a comment about kin in general; for he always tried to keep his tight-knit, close, protected, shielded, strong, and enduring. Valued – at the forefront. “Maybe those Family members traveled here because we had the advancements they required,” for what – other than power – he couldn’t be certain either. A musing and nothing more, not now.
The notions of the Family were enough to chisel his nonchalant features into one of vivid disgruntlement; though mild, with a slight wrinkle to his nose as he returned to his sketch. “I have wondered if they had a choice at all. If it was something in the air,” making a gesture towards Torchline in general, far away. “Or had come from Starfall beforehand. Like when we had that meteor crash.” A moment of dissipation, flickering into particles and traveling across the world.
He didn’t make a comment about kin in general; for he always tried to keep his tight-knit, close, protected, shielded, strong, and enduring. Valued – at the forefront. “Maybe those Family members traveled here because we had the advancements they required,” for what – other than power – he couldn’t be certain either. A musing and nothing more, not now.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
