DEIMOS
Ever the listener, he waited, watched, and listened for the rebuttals, for the scales to tip in either direction, biding his time while the rest contributed and committed to their pieces. The face of the rebellion came up more often than not (and several eyes happened to turn his way; a fact that didn’t go unnoticed, but he chided, grated against), sent his mind churning. “I have another proposal,” he proffered into the crowd, once dialogue had skewered its way and meandered around; naught truly happening but tenuous names extended and then never truly accepted. Perhaps they would endeavor an alternative. “Successful rebellions are the quiet ones. The means and measures one’s opponent never sees coming.” The Plague whispered in his ear, hate, discord, and discontent a foreboding, ominous secret buried and burrowed in the cavernous reaches of his mind; never a word spilled, never a word uttered, from the depths of his furtive mouth. “They strike when they are ready. It takes time and cunning.” When they’d explored their options, when they’d gathered supplies, when they’d figured out what they were going to do, how they were going to act. “Instead of one or two individuals leading the charge, why not have smaller groups designated with tasks?” His brow furrowed, a glacial throne and crown creeping its way down his spine: all the luster, all the avenues, all the paces and pages they’d worked through. Schemes and ruses, duplicities and measures, strength, futility, and fortitude, a might sculpted and ground into the earth for singular purposes. “One can be in charge of spies, information, or spreading the word. One can be in charge of training those who wish to fight, and so on.” The warrior’s eyes glanced up, leaning back in his chair now, looking over each individual. It might not even be a worthwhile thought or choice for any of them – and if it wasn’t a route they wanted to explore, that was fine too. But he didn’t want a singular individual targeted; he didn’t want anyone targeted, called out and butchered for their cause.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
