DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
If Deimos hadn’t been involved in multiple events with dreams in the past, he might have been just as skeptical as others, dismissed it off-handedly. But Alys knew better too, given her perspectives and outlooks on cards and the like (that he still couldn’t help but turn his nose up at), so he nodded at her speech and tones, and the promise that came thereafter.
“I think it was more of an adjustment for Evie and I,” he admitted, on the notions of Erebos suddenly going from toddler to imploring and outgoing youth. His eyes went from disappearing treeflits and down to Idalia, granting her a soft smile as she gazed and looked around, little eyes trying to absorb anything else that sparked bright hues and flashing movements. “But it will probably always be that way as they grow up.” Having to learn how to give away a little more – and striving to ensure his protection at every turn nonetheless.
Taking a breath and unfurling away some of those parental woes, his head tilted, though only slightly so Idalia’s little fists weren’t grabbing at his beard. Wrinkling his nose at the thought of Stormbreak’s fall, and everything else that had come with it, he snorted a little at the prejudicial means remaining after all this time. “I recall getting many looks in Stormbreak, but one learns to rise above it,” he shrugged with a light grin, as if to suffice to say that they were better than those maintaining their racial discriminations. “Heard you are making some kind of lazy river.”
“I think it was more of an adjustment for Evie and I,” he admitted, on the notions of Erebos suddenly going from toddler to imploring and outgoing youth. His eyes went from disappearing treeflits and down to Idalia, granting her a soft smile as she gazed and looked around, little eyes trying to absorb anything else that sparked bright hues and flashing movements. “But it will probably always be that way as they grow up.” Having to learn how to give away a little more – and striving to ensure his protection at every turn nonetheless.
Taking a breath and unfurling away some of those parental woes, his head tilted, though only slightly so Idalia’s little fists weren’t grabbing at his beard. Wrinkling his nose at the thought of Stormbreak’s fall, and everything else that had come with it, he snorted a little at the prejudicial means remaining after all this time. “I recall getting many looks in Stormbreak, but one learns to rise above it,” he shrugged with a light grin, as if to suffice to say that they were better than those maintaining their racial discriminations. “Heard you are making some kind of lazy river.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
