DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“Yes,” he added, quickly and efficiently, rising from his chair with every intention of depositing her there on the floor; the grin turning far more Cheshire. It could’ve been a dangerous thing, but these were distractions and deterrents, away from their grief and melancholy, and he was permitted a moment to be ridiculous and asinine as the rest of the world. “I could just crush you,” and he shrugged – content with the thought of squishing an insect Hotaru, lifting up one forefinger and applying it to his thumb, held up in front of her head as if it were hers being mauled from a distance. But at least there was laughter, rounding out the edges of the angles and voids, piercing away and over the devastation.
He maneuvered away as she squawked, flailed backwards, listening as he motioned through the room and towards a series of cabinets. A snort ensued through the following chuckle, considering he’d never been known for his fawning, honeyed words, or sentiments; all of them were earned and worth the weight of his confidences, his beliefs. He produced a few glasses upon the massive war-table, and then went hunting for the latest stash of liquor while the Valkyrie occupied herself with possibilities.
Deimos rolled his eyes at the viper comment. “Like you require any more venom.” She named predators though – much the same as many of them; sticking to those wolfish, ravenous particulars, to the way they still stuck to their minds so many years, lives, away from Helovia and its reaches. The beast might’ve poured her a drink, save for the last comment – making a similar face from before, and distinctly putting the resin back in the cabinet.
He maneuvered away as she squawked, flailed backwards, listening as he motioned through the room and towards a series of cabinets. A snort ensued through the following chuckle, considering he’d never been known for his fawning, honeyed words, or sentiments; all of them were earned and worth the weight of his confidences, his beliefs. He produced a few glasses upon the massive war-table, and then went hunting for the latest stash of liquor while the Valkyrie occupied herself with possibilities.
Deimos rolled his eyes at the viper comment. “Like you require any more venom.” She named predators though – much the same as many of them; sticking to those wolfish, ravenous particulars, to the way they still stuck to their minds so many years, lives, away from Helovia and its reaches. The beast might’ve poured her a drink, save for the last comment – making a similar face from before, and distinctly putting the resin back in the cabinet.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
