DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
At the agreement, Deimos nodded, already beginning to unleash the magic stored in his veins. That grounded him too, the ease, the quickness, the swift nature of the creation incantations between his palms as they began to clarify and detail the image of the head of the Family. His lungs filled with more air and he passed it over to Noah. I am not going to place anything on our notice board until we have finished the regional quest. I do not want to incite more reason for him, or any of them, to come and antagonize. Until he simply couldn’t any longer. But word of mouth, pictures passed between, would be enough for their inner circles, their citizens, their friends.
He didn’t expect the following statement, glancing away from Noah and back upon the Citadel at large – with its shelters, its homes, its snow-burdened streets, its hardy people. Whether or not he did the right thing might come to pass in the upcoming weeks and seasons. Thank you. Halo cannot be under the Family’s thumb. Of false promises, of burdened, foreboding casualties, of the knowing, eventually, they too would be swallowed and consumed and devoured, and had no other means to avoid the price.
His head tilted again, back towards the demigod, at the next turn of phrase, brow arching. He’d actually heard the statement from Alys already – but at least the visions were still passing through, even if he wasn’t certain what else to do with them. She told me. And with still needing to face the wyrm… he didn’t finish the notion, but simply sighed in its place. Hopefully Remi and Ronin can be successful, and will want to join us again.
He didn’t expect the following statement, glancing away from Noah and back upon the Citadel at large – with its shelters, its homes, its snow-burdened streets, its hardy people. Whether or not he did the right thing might come to pass in the upcoming weeks and seasons. Thank you. Halo cannot be under the Family’s thumb. Of false promises, of burdened, foreboding casualties, of the knowing, eventually, they too would be swallowed and consumed and devoured, and had no other means to avoid the price.
His head tilted again, back towards the demigod, at the next turn of phrase, brow arching. He’d actually heard the statement from Alys already – but at least the visions were still passing through, even if he wasn’t certain what else to do with them. She told me. And with still needing to face the wyrm… he didn’t finish the notion, but simply sighed in its place. Hopefully Remi and Ronin can be successful, and will want to join us again.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
