DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The Outer Islands were still an intriguing sight; pieces of the Grounds broken apart, instead of the once elongated fields. He could imagine the farming remained difficult, for now different reasons; but perhaps it was best that those haunting measures had been altered so defiantly. One couldn’t place the shape of festivals gone awry or rampant destruction too clearly – just across the bays and bridges, inlets and shapes.
Instead on nostalgic measures though, despite the initial plunge, this was a day for amusement and renewal; and he’d much rather meet Hotaru here with a clear mind, rather than anything fogged and deluded by melancholy and angst. They both had enough of that, and had come out of the angst-riddled ventures with intrepid fervency – though the tracks weren’t parallel.
Settling himself upon a rock, she’d be able to see him, and Erebos, clear as day across any of the glades and thickets – so he opted to immediately start entertaining himself and his son. Lifting at the water nearby, he cast a few streaks of it across the vantage point, like ribbons of dragons, until they rippled along the cove. Erebos screeched with delight, clapping, hands extending as if to reach for them, and Deimos carefully permitted some drops to rain down – the youth giggling all the while.
Instead on nostalgic measures though, despite the initial plunge, this was a day for amusement and renewal; and he’d much rather meet Hotaru here with a clear mind, rather than anything fogged and deluded by melancholy and angst. They both had enough of that, and had come out of the angst-riddled ventures with intrepid fervency – though the tracks weren’t parallel.
Settling himself upon a rock, she’d be able to see him, and Erebos, clear as day across any of the glades and thickets – so he opted to immediately start entertaining himself and his son. Lifting at the water nearby, he cast a few streaks of it across the vantage point, like ribbons of dragons, until they rippled along the cove. Erebos screeched with delight, clapping, hands extending as if to reach for them, and Deimos carefully permitted some drops to rain down – the youth giggling all the while.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
