DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“A mix,” but he gave her a wink in regards to mostly good things. There was always Halo itself, the guild, and any other anomaly combination of both, then his own family and friends who kept him tethered to multitudes and litanies. At least he wouldn’t have to indulge her in any recent ongoings with the Family or something else barbaric, but Caido had its way of causing chaos in little bits and warnings, before the inevitable implosion. “We recently had a strange experience in the Peepholes. I was being nosey and investigating around here. Just in case,” at which he wrinkled his nose again, hoping it would feed more into humor than whatever crisis could be brewing underneath palms and alms.
While Idalia surveyed Alys up and down, either because she was an infant or she’d inherited both parents talent for scrutiny, Deimos listened to the Seer’s antics, nodding along at the notions of staying close to home, then venturing outward. While Deepfrost wasn’t the usual season for it, sometimes restlessness had no timeframe. “Seen anything noteworthy? Though I will say you missed our skijoring. You will have to come visit and try it out.”
The youth’s preference for greetings lately had either been scowling, ignoring, or napping, so she blinked at the mage again, still wide-eyed, before glancing up at her father with one signature squeal. “Thank you,” he returned instead. Then there were flits of color all around them, and he arched a brow, watching as the jewel-toned creatures flickered back and forth. Idalia was more than eager for that, a smile soon appearing on her face, little hands outstretched for portions she wouldn’t be able to reach.
While Idalia surveyed Alys up and down, either because she was an infant or she’d inherited both parents talent for scrutiny, Deimos listened to the Seer’s antics, nodding along at the notions of staying close to home, then venturing outward. While Deepfrost wasn’t the usual season for it, sometimes restlessness had no timeframe. “Seen anything noteworthy? Though I will say you missed our skijoring. You will have to come visit and try it out.”
The youth’s preference for greetings lately had either been scowling, ignoring, or napping, so she blinked at the mage again, still wide-eyed, before glancing up at her father with one signature squeal. “Thank you,” he returned instead. Then there were flits of color all around them, and he arched a brow, watching as the jewel-toned creatures flickered back and forth. Idalia was more than eager for that, a smile soon appearing on her face, little hands outstretched for portions she wouldn’t be able to reach.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
