DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
That inherent feeling of trepidation had never truly left the Sword since Starfall’s descent. Sometimes maddening, sometimes nagging, sometimes a distant haze and hum beneath his ichor; a forbearing notion not unlike the many times he’d been to war. And this one was just another battle, of some kind of impending and unsettling doom, that crossed over his soul and flickered there, in between his ribcage.
Not for himself; but for everything else he’d built and cherished, for the lives he’d sworn to protect, for things loved and adored.
He didn’t make any promises before he left – because he and Evie both knew better – except that they’d all try their best. Goodbyes were bitter and tragic and he swallowed them down with all the stoicism in the world until he flew over great heights and was alone with his barbarity and sorrow.
And by the time he’d landed in Torchline, staring at that great asinine mass across the sea, he’d chiseled it all away and let it languish in his chest. Then he was turning towards people and asking about one particular houseboat, directions pinpointed towards the Ahi Coast, and began walking towards in the distance.
Treading upon the sand seemed to have done him some good, as he felt simply resigned as he knocked on the door – expected, given notes about their future upheavals, and laden with supplies.
Not for himself; but for everything else he’d built and cherished, for the lives he’d sworn to protect, for things loved and adored.
He didn’t make any promises before he left – because he and Evie both knew better – except that they’d all try their best. Goodbyes were bitter and tragic and he swallowed them down with all the stoicism in the world until he flew over great heights and was alone with his barbarity and sorrow.
And by the time he’d landed in Torchline, staring at that great asinine mass across the sea, he’d chiseled it all away and let it languish in his chest. Then he was turning towards people and asking about one particular houseboat, directions pinpointed towards the Ahi Coast, and began walking towards in the distance.
Treading upon the sand seemed to have done him some good, as he felt simply resigned as he knocked on the door – expected, given notes about their future upheavals, and laden with supplies.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
