DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
It seemed some of the humor was lost, and any lighter portions Deimos intended to extend, especially for his own benefit, dimmed and fell off into the eaves. He sighed and shook his head, snagging at the jar of materials, half-watching Erebos fill his plate and start talking to another child. “I would not be surprised. Moreso glad when it is over.” The swing of the melancholic-ridden skies, anyway. Whether or not Deepfrost had more intentions would remain to be seen, and LongNight always had its own parallels and issues.
Regardless, he handed over the ice, the glass cold upon fingers, exchanging for unicorn proportions. He wouldn’t be showing it to Zuriel, but the healing gestures might be enough, eventually, to solidify some weight on another’s sojourn into danger. “Thank you. Need anything else?” If not, they could likely return to the festivities, one more highlight for their regions taken care of and decided.
Regardless, he handed over the ice, the glass cold upon fingers, exchanging for unicorn proportions. He wouldn’t be showing it to Zuriel, but the healing gestures might be enough, eventually, to solidify some weight on another’s sojourn into danger. “Thank you. Need anything else?” If not, they could likely return to the festivities, one more highlight for their regions taken care of and decided.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
