DAMIEN
I know it's been a long time coming
I'm angry and I know that's weak
I'm angry and I know that's weak
Damien hooked the last of the logs into place on the sled, giving the knots one last sharp tug. The wood gave a low groan as it settled, the sound carrying in the still air. Deimos’s words still hung there between them, the kind that sank in and stayed put, whether you wanted them to or not. It takes time [...]. But worth it, just the same.
For a long moment, Damien didn’t look at him. He stared at the rope in his hands instead, thumb working over the coarse fibers.
“I lost my folks young,” he said finally, less spilling his guts and more like he was stating the weather. “Couple others too, here and there. Everyone I knew either died, disappeared, or left. You spend enough time alone after that, the years start blurring together. You keep moving because… well, what else are you gonna do?” His mouth twitched into something that might’ve been a smile, but didn’t quite make it. “Twelve years goes by like it’s nothing, and you look back and realize you’ve been talking to yourself more than anyone else.”
He straightened, gave the sled’s frame a push with his boot to test its weight. “Guess I’m still waiting to see if there’s something worth hanging around for. Until then, I just keep proving I can.”
He finally looked over at Deimos, and there was a flicker in his eyes that was equal parts humor and weariness. “But hunting? That’s easy enough." He checked over his crossbow and gave a nod, ready. "Lead on.”
For a long moment, Damien didn’t look at him. He stared at the rope in his hands instead, thumb working over the coarse fibers.
“I lost my folks young,” he said finally, less spilling his guts and more like he was stating the weather. “Couple others too, here and there. Everyone I knew either died, disappeared, or left. You spend enough time alone after that, the years start blurring together. You keep moving because… well, what else are you gonna do?” His mouth twitched into something that might’ve been a smile, but didn’t quite make it. “Twelve years goes by like it’s nothing, and you look back and realize you’ve been talking to yourself more than anyone else.”
He straightened, gave the sled’s frame a push with his boot to test its weight. “Guess I’m still waiting to see if there’s something worth hanging around for. Until then, I just keep proving I can.”
He finally looked over at Deimos, and there was a flicker in his eyes that was equal parts humor and weariness. “But hunting? That’s easy enough." He checked over his crossbow and gave a nod, ready. "Lead on.”
And I'm longing out that open window
For whatever it is I seek
For whatever it is I seek
