DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Maea should’ve been groveling at Sunjata’s feet for the way he orchestrated motions – Deimos would be thanking him some other time, after dust settled and safety was guaranteed. His jaw clenched and flexed, watching the proceedings with a keen gaze, calculating movements and motions, a careful and rapt study as Dahlia came forward. He watched Flora out of the corner of his eye, a grateful nod extended to her, another acknowledgment and notion needing to be rectified later. And then Evie and Erebos's presence, behind him, blocked and shielded as necessary.
For now, there seemed to be only the flair of a purpose long since drawn out and quartered, and they’d all have to be sharing pretenses. Hadama’s actions earned another note in the back of his mind, and so the Sword found himself wondering what they were supposed to be doing while the ambassador made some grand escape. With an inward snort and continued blocking of both Evie and Erebos, he gave a nod of his head in some measure of decorum to Dahlia, before fixing his eyes on Maea, since she’d gotten them all into this mess. He wouldn't be forgetting, even if Danta drew the attention to himself.
It seemed between Flora and the Ancient though, his family was excused, and his wife could either use the compass casually, or salute her way out the door. He only gave a nod in response in regards to that notion, and the hint of a joke or seriousness. Depended on how they all wanted to take it. "Could make you all jackets."
For now, there seemed to be only the flair of a purpose long since drawn out and quartered, and they’d all have to be sharing pretenses. Hadama’s actions earned another note in the back of his mind, and so the Sword found himself wondering what they were supposed to be doing while the ambassador made some grand escape. With an inward snort and continued blocking of both Evie and Erebos, he gave a nod of his head in some measure of decorum to Dahlia, before fixing his eyes on Maea, since she’d gotten them all into this mess. He wouldn't be forgetting, even if Danta drew the attention to himself.
It seemed between Flora and the Ancient though, his family was excused, and his wife could either use the compass casually, or salute her way out the door. He only gave a nod in response in regards to that notion, and the hint of a joke or seriousness. Depended on how they all wanted to take it. "Could make you all jackets."
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
