DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The ocean was a wide world on its own, and while he certainly wasn’t diving through it, he finally had the time and the opportunity to press his wake into its entity. Flying overhead, he’d gone for long stretches as an eagle along the coastline, unleasing and unfurling his sienna plumage across the horizon, blazing and forging his own path upon thermals and sea-salt air. Every so often he’d spot stray fins below, the promises of sharks or encantandos, but do nothing more than observe – figuring he could foster the information along his mind, without going too far out – saving it all for later.
Eventually he landed upon the precipice and edges, though he didn’t expect anyone else to be out here. He’d had a few moments of relative repose, shifting to stand along the rocky ledges and gaze out over the waves and currents (as serene as they had once been in Isilme; a birthright to anyone along the Moonlit Tides). The winds came rampaging upwards and he grinned, content with the arrangement of its Leafchange breeze; before he heard another’s footsteps.
He likely should’ve seen her from his vantage points above, but hadn’t wholly focused on the vestiges laden about the fringes of the world – more foolishness on his part – so when he turned, his brow was arched, not displaying his inward surprise. “Sohalia,” he nodded his head in greeting. “I have been.” Peace had eventually solidified across his shoulders and he’d understood the idea of repose more; no longer going out every day to fight a war. “How are things for you? I heard Stormbreak was cleaned.” Presuming, of course, that the Luminary had sought to take back her throne.
Eventually he landed upon the precipice and edges, though he didn’t expect anyone else to be out here. He’d had a few moments of relative repose, shifting to stand along the rocky ledges and gaze out over the waves and currents (as serene as they had once been in Isilme; a birthright to anyone along the Moonlit Tides). The winds came rampaging upwards and he grinned, content with the arrangement of its Leafchange breeze; before he heard another’s footsteps.
He likely should’ve seen her from his vantage points above, but hadn’t wholly focused on the vestiges laden about the fringes of the world – more foolishness on his part – so when he turned, his brow was arched, not displaying his inward surprise. “Sohalia,” he nodded his head in greeting. “I have been.” Peace had eventually solidified across his shoulders and he’d understood the idea of repose more; no longer going out every day to fight a war. “How are things for you? I heard Stormbreak was cleaned.” Presuming, of course, that the Luminary had sought to take back her throne.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
