DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The revelation of Amalia’s death notes and fringes here left him quietly shocked, and in the need of something solid, secure, strong, and steadfast; anchors on moors even when he thought himself wholly capable of not being wrenched out of the water.
Which left Rexanna, in the quiet folds after Remi parted from her, in every opportunity the Sword would take to see and converse with his beloved friend again.
Freed from the burden of carrying all the weight of her death across his shoulders, his long strides approached, and his countenance forgot the unbearable marches of other years. She wouldn’t want to hear the hordes of apologies resting against his teeth again; no echoes of lost fragments, no calculations gone awry over one ridiculous door. Instead, it was with smiles and camaraderie, easygoing despite the seasons and cycles stretched between life and death. “Hey,” he rumbled, the quick wrinkle to his nose scattering away any other sentiments clustered and coiled around them, arms open wide for a hug, if she sought, if she wanted. “Sorry I did not get to talk to you at Kiada's wedding. It is good to see you.”
Which left Rexanna, in the quiet folds after Remi parted from her, in every opportunity the Sword would take to see and converse with his beloved friend again.
Freed from the burden of carrying all the weight of her death across his shoulders, his long strides approached, and his countenance forgot the unbearable marches of other years. She wouldn’t want to hear the hordes of apologies resting against his teeth again; no echoes of lost fragments, no calculations gone awry over one ridiculous door. Instead, it was with smiles and camaraderie, easygoing despite the seasons and cycles stretched between life and death. “Hey,” he rumbled, the quick wrinkle to his nose scattering away any other sentiments clustered and coiled around them, arms open wide for a hug, if she sought, if she wanted. “Sorry I did not get to talk to you at Kiada's wedding. It is good to see you.”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
