DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
They’d all started in that way, in some regard. Deimos too, had once been nothing more than a soldier, grasped by the pull of the Voice’s portals, sent to Caido for a purpose he’d had no say in. Then they’d clawed at barriers, clambered and unraveled and unfurled, until some of them prevailed and spread outward, making gains and strides in deadly games of warfare. The sojourns hadn’t been simple or easy – lined, pebbled, and regarded with so much heartache, loss, and tempestuous tides, sometimes one wondered how they’d gone on at all.
But persistence, perseverance, and a healthy amount of sedition, had always lit the fuel and fire for the Sword. Even when plagued with sorrow and guilt, there were next days to be had – an offering, an extension, and an ability to change. Little by little, bit by bit, until something no longer felt so wearing or damning or scalding.
How Zavien chose to defy those odds again would be entirely up to him.
His head tilted once more, listening to the gratitude. A long breath pulsed through his lungs and slipped away, his stoic features remaining inscrutable, intangible lines, not wanting to betray the rest of his thinking. “You are welcome. It is unfortunate it was not in better circumstances.”
But then he nodded, standing from the chair, placing it aside so as not to invite too many while Zavien recuperated. “Of course. Take the time you need. May you have a safer journey home.” With that, he left an assemblage of jackets and furs for the man to choose from on the hooks near the bed, and he and the unicorn departed – hiding the clenching of his jaw and the speculation beginning to haunt from within.
[FIN]
But persistence, perseverance, and a healthy amount of sedition, had always lit the fuel and fire for the Sword. Even when plagued with sorrow and guilt, there were next days to be had – an offering, an extension, and an ability to change. Little by little, bit by bit, until something no longer felt so wearing or damning or scalding.
How Zavien chose to defy those odds again would be entirely up to him.
His head tilted once more, listening to the gratitude. A long breath pulsed through his lungs and slipped away, his stoic features remaining inscrutable, intangible lines, not wanting to betray the rest of his thinking. “You are welcome. It is unfortunate it was not in better circumstances.”
But then he nodded, standing from the chair, placing it aside so as not to invite too many while Zavien recuperated. “Of course. Take the time you need. May you have a safer journey home.” With that, he left an assemblage of jackets and furs for the man to choose from on the hooks near the bed, and he and the unicorn departed – hiding the clenching of his jaw and the speculation beginning to haunt from within.
[FIN]
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
