DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
After returning home (to find another stack of letters) from recent trips to Torchline, the last thing the Sword wanted to do was venture towards the Grounds. But promises, dedication, duty, and the notions that Kiada could at least meet Erebos thereafter kept him contained from truly bursting at the seams, and so the three of them flew – for the wide-open expanse of his wings over hills and valleys and snow made him feel far more alive than thinking about another meeting.
Eventually, they wound their way towards the Atheneum, and he fought over the waves of melancholy and nostalgia. Presuming it might be the same with Evie, he tucked her arm around his elbow, and with Erebos cooing into the sling on his chest, made their way into garland reaches and candles, bookcases, and archives he hadn’t seen in years. Fighting over the tension in his own soul, for there’d been congregations much the same here in previous occurrences, he gave a nod to Dantalion, Hadama, and Maea alike. “Thank you for the invitation,” came along rumbled tones, and if he glanced at Evie soon after to save him from striving to disappear into the shadows, so be it.
Eventually, they wound their way towards the Atheneum, and he fought over the waves of melancholy and nostalgia. Presuming it might be the same with Evie, he tucked her arm around his elbow, and with Erebos cooing into the sling on his chest, made their way into garland reaches and candles, bookcases, and archives he hadn’t seen in years. Fighting over the tension in his own soul, for there’d been congregations much the same here in previous occurrences, he gave a nod to Dantalion, Hadama, and Maea alike. “Thank you for the invitation,” came along rumbled tones, and if he glanced at Evie soon after to save him from striving to disappear into the shadows, so be it.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
