DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos couldn’t ever contemplate running off into the desert to ward away his problems, but given that he’d done so to an icy world instead, perhaps the notions weren’t too dissimilar. Not granting that voice, he instead tended to Idalia’s squeaks and murmurs, snorting when she clenched her fists inside of his grasp. “She told me there was a monster there,” unsurprising, given the way Caido operated, but either a hint of impending connections or another mere coincidence of the conflagration beginning to build from cinders, coal, and embers. “I have not seen this one before.”
He unfurled a bit of his incantations in front of them, water magic weaving solitary droplets into conformed images of a beast with too many eyes descending upon the sand – rendering it just as Colt had sketched and sent to him. “Just in case you are in the area,” and his lips quirked into a slight smile while his daughter looked on, eyes widening as the picture refracted and altered, making the massive creature appear as if it were moving.
He unfurled a bit of his incantations in front of them, water magic weaving solitary droplets into conformed images of a beast with too many eyes descending upon the sand – rendering it just as Colt had sketched and sent to him. “Just in case you are in the area,” and his lips quirked into a slight smile while his daughter looked on, eyes widening as the picture refracted and altered, making the massive creature appear as if it were moving.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
