DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Quiet deliberations and discoveries, a hastening of his clenched jaw and twisted components, with more buried far below the surface. Were they not so transparent with one another, Evie’s last words might’ve been an insult, but Deimos knew himself, and her, well enough to understand the harsher outlines hastened warnings and endeavors. So while his chest threatened to burst and his eyes managed an imprint of their fleeting backs, hoping it wasn’t the final image he’d ever have of them, he remained deliberately muted, closed off, and hushed.
In fact, he hoped they could make this pretense of a meeting dull enough to bore Dahlia away, and since he couldn’t teleport or evaporate into the floorboards, he’d take those notions of extended justices from Danta and Sunjata to do exactly that. “What can King’s End trade?” Never mind if they had no intentions of doing so – his eyes went from Sunjata the moment another voice popped into their heads – Dahlia’s henchman seemed to be Attuned – and instantly placed any and all emotions behind his wall of nonchalance. Everest would find no reaction from him. Besides, the threat mattered little to him now; she was already here in the room.
Stormbreak updates from Vox, were noted in the back of his mind, as was the ominous remark, and Maea and Hadama’s escape from responsibilities and disordered dilemmas. Rather than responding to Dahlia’s inclinations, his intrigue swept back to Dantalion. “Both, though if you prefer the latter, I will warn you they still have limitations.” And then to toasts, and hopefully, enough of a farce to slip away thereafter.
In fact, he hoped they could make this pretense of a meeting dull enough to bore Dahlia away, and since he couldn’t teleport or evaporate into the floorboards, he’d take those notions of extended justices from Danta and Sunjata to do exactly that. “What can King’s End trade?” Never mind if they had no intentions of doing so – his eyes went from Sunjata the moment another voice popped into their heads – Dahlia’s henchman seemed to be Attuned – and instantly placed any and all emotions behind his wall of nonchalance. Everest would find no reaction from him. Besides, the threat mattered little to him now; she was already here in the room.
Stormbreak updates from Vox, were noted in the back of his mind, as was the ominous remark, and Maea and Hadama’s escape from responsibilities and disordered dilemmas. Rather than responding to Dahlia’s inclinations, his intrigue swept back to Dantalion. “Both, though if you prefer the latter, I will warn you they still have limitations.” And then to toasts, and hopefully, enough of a farce to slip away thereafter.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
