DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos could agree on that forefront – and hopefully he wouldn’t have to eternally wait for something else to fall or drop or collide with the earth. That mantra of no complacency still beat an accord against his chest; and while he certainly would keep himself, and his region, occupied with improvements in strength and perseverance, it would be a nice change to not have a heavy layer of trepidation surrounding, pervading, his senses wherever he tended to roam.
His brow arched at her inquiry though – because she knew he held incantations. It’d been a large piece of discussion when she’d initially led Stormbreak – breaking down the primordial barriers to permit Abandoned to pass through the city without coming to a quick end. And Deimos had always been amidst the fold of those proud to bear their enchantments, no shame for the magic beating and flickering through his blood – besides, it’d served them well for many years, protecting, shielding, and devising. “Yes.” Figuring that wasn’t going to be the end all be all, his gaze swung back to hers. “Was there something you needed?”
His brow arched at her inquiry though – because she knew he held incantations. It’d been a large piece of discussion when she’d initially led Stormbreak – breaking down the primordial barriers to permit Abandoned to pass through the city without coming to a quick end. And Deimos had always been amidst the fold of those proud to bear their enchantments, no shame for the magic beating and flickering through his blood – besides, it’d served them well for many years, protecting, shielding, and devising. “Yes.” Figuring that wasn’t going to be the end all be all, his gaze swung back to hers. “Was there something you needed?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
