DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His return home had been liberating; pieces of repose, sanctuary, and shelter etched and carved back into his bones. Where others might have longed for trips across the vast arrays of regions and kingdoms, Deimos had wanted nothing more than the snow-laden landscape and his family – and drifting from place to place, from plot to plot, from barbarity to treachery, had been enough this season. The quiet, the known, the particles of his own tranquility were embedded into the ice and the Citadel walls, so as they traversed along the familiar outlier of shoal, surf, and rime, his strides were unyielding and his mind at ease, parallels of shoulders not notched so heavily or worn. He wasn’t yet on the after pieces; of which would likely soon collide.
But not now – not with his head held high and staring over the array of solidity. The question caused a snort though, uncertain whether to chase it into self-deprecating motions or just set into the honest, simple truth. “Safely is probably a stretch,” he admitted, with half a smile. “There were some precarious moments. And I would like to avoid caves for a while.” It had been a long, long while since he’d been damaged so heartily; perhaps not since the last war, which was why Zuriel hovered behind him now, making hoofprints in the shoreline. Hadama and Sunjata had been far worse for wear, and if they hadn’t been capable of mending and healing, all three would probably still be in those caverns – waiting for rejuvenation. “The lily was planted, but the monster thwarted us. We could never finish it off.” He shook his head, but shrugged too – as if to say more was simply coming around the bend.
But not now – not with his head held high and staring over the array of solidity. The question caused a snort though, uncertain whether to chase it into self-deprecating motions or just set into the honest, simple truth. “Safely is probably a stretch,” he admitted, with half a smile. “There were some precarious moments. And I would like to avoid caves for a while.” It had been a long, long while since he’d been damaged so heartily; perhaps not since the last war, which was why Zuriel hovered behind him now, making hoofprints in the shoreline. Hadama and Sunjata had been far worse for wear, and if they hadn’t been capable of mending and healing, all three would probably still be in those caverns – waiting for rejuvenation. “The lily was planted, but the monster thwarted us. We could never finish it off.” He shook his head, but shrugged too – as if to say more was simply coming around the bend.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
