DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
There might’ve been a time where joy hadn’t been the fleeting measure – but those notions were almost as swift and disjointed as the notion itself. They came from lands where it was stripped away, piece by piece, in the jumbling of wreckage and the falling of kingdoms, in the wake of lives torn apart on mere motives and machinations, on the intrusion of forced steps and ignorance of warnings. Emblems of the powerful, pernicious, and potent; but also the fallen, weary, and exhausted, bloody and forsaken – stories and myths he knew, worn entirely into his flesh, bone, skin, and soul. So he wished they could find a way to snag and take those amusements for all they were worth, and not line them in the trenches of sorrow. To make them larger, grander, and not something earned from the bottom of a barrel, from the dregs and dredges of everything else. He’d once thought he didn’t deserve it – and maybe he still didn’t, but –
It was worth a try, and he’d attempt for her too.
An inkling of something materialized, besides and beyond the wrinkling of her nose, and he attempted to steel himself for the inevitable. The piercing juncture of his gaze immediately narrowed though at the weak smile, at the ominous declaration. “Why?” Which was something of a grumble, a low growl beginning to register in his chest. No dangerous overtures, no subversive beacons, but the certainty of ruins coiled their way down his throat. “What happened?”
And then she was wrapping her hands in over his, and he knew some other vile semblance had occurred, and the Sword had a few sharpened, meticulous calculations in the direction of where it’d come from. The final statements were enough to set him on razor-edges, ramparts already flickering and flaring between the pulse of his veins, the instant rigidity to his spine.
Because Hotaru understood he’d launch into some manner of sedition for her on a moment’s notice – and she didn’t want it.
Not his to embody – only her wrong to right. His puncturing eyes fell for a moment, sliding over conjoined hands and wooden floorboards, the echoes and rings of swords in the training grounds, the embers nestled in the fire. Swallowing down the traces of might and menace yearning, threatening, to linger over the surface, he instilled his promise and convictions, only sighing when he heard the please threading through. “I will not take your vengeance,” was another grumble; as if it pained him to say so. It was her's and her's alone.
It was worth a try, and he’d attempt for her too.
An inkling of something materialized, besides and beyond the wrinkling of her nose, and he attempted to steel himself for the inevitable. The piercing juncture of his gaze immediately narrowed though at the weak smile, at the ominous declaration. “Why?” Which was something of a grumble, a low growl beginning to register in his chest. No dangerous overtures, no subversive beacons, but the certainty of ruins coiled their way down his throat. “What happened?”
And then she was wrapping her hands in over his, and he knew some other vile semblance had occurred, and the Sword had a few sharpened, meticulous calculations in the direction of where it’d come from. The final statements were enough to set him on razor-edges, ramparts already flickering and flaring between the pulse of his veins, the instant rigidity to his spine.
Because Hotaru understood he’d launch into some manner of sedition for her on a moment’s notice – and she didn’t want it.
Not his to embody – only her wrong to right. His puncturing eyes fell for a moment, sliding over conjoined hands and wooden floorboards, the echoes and rings of swords in the training grounds, the embers nestled in the fire. Swallowing down the traces of might and menace yearning, threatening, to linger over the surface, he instilled his promise and convictions, only sighing when he heard the please threading through. “I will not take your vengeance,” was another grumble; as if it pained him to say so. It was her's and her's alone.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
