DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Deimos didn’t make a habit of returning to the Hollowed Grounds often; the Ancients could fully renew and revitalize it, but there’d always be those ghosts in the back of his mind. Too many demons, too much loss, too many days and hours and seasons stuck in a world they couldn’t leave. Nowadays that felt like nothing, but the moment he stepped back into those terrains, roads, and routes, the way his gaze would traverse down certain paths, or flicker towards once-familiar rooftops, the age-old barbarity crept and notched its way to his spine. For all the bonfires and bars, temples and lakes, there would always be the hush and lull of a time from before, where rebellion tasted like the only thing they had left.
But Kiada lived and worked here, so he could stop by when the opportunity struck. He had enough gossip and tales to lacquer and layer upon her that she might find amusing or altering, so he altered the long strides of familiarity for the opportunity to walk past the massive inferno – let those portions feel better than all the graves and demons and immersed hauntings flickering against his mind.
The mud, as well, though he fired a quick round of flame at a blob near his feet, watched it dissipate into nothing. The destruction felt better than anything else hovering through his shoulders; so he snorted, then began the walk towards her office.
But Kiada lived and worked here, so he could stop by when the opportunity struck. He had enough gossip and tales to lacquer and layer upon her that she might find amusing or altering, so he altered the long strides of familiarity for the opportunity to walk past the massive inferno – let those portions feel better than all the graves and demons and immersed hauntings flickering against his mind.
The mud, as well, though he fired a quick round of flame at a blob near his feet, watched it dissipate into nothing. The destruction felt better than anything else hovering through his shoulders; so he snorted, then began the walk towards her office.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
