[PQ] Raise the Roost

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

Not a simple complaint or note of fatigue brindled its way past his teeth or tongue, lashing them altogether on the notches of his clenched jaw, steady and stalwart despite setback after setback. Steadfast determination melded its way along his brow, a chiseled contortion both Reaper and Sword would have been renowned for, tenacious, emboldened, obstinate even when the rest of the world asked him to cease and desist. He’d long since shrugged off his furs, jacket, and remained in thinner layers, muscles undulated, content, growing molten with each ensuing movement. The beast had established a rhythm by the time he’d finished the first hole, and the second came easier, power, precision, and prowess clattering its way through frozen surfaces and nonchalant rocks. It was almost a dare, almost a defiant order, to see if the ice would crumble beneath his wake again, if it would succumb to another version of the war-torn sovereign; only a glimmer of a smirk held along his lips when the job was complete, the holes dug, hands wiping away at any sweat and salt collecting on his features. He nodded at Loren and his ogre, grateful he’d had any opportunity to finish the occupation at all. Placing his shovel down, he listened to the next set of directions, taking hold of the rope and leather bindings Jigano tossed his way. The depths of his eyes flickered towards the aforementioned, waiting timber, throwing the rope and leather over his shoulder, and motioning towards the sleds, intending to grab hold of one, and follow through on the plan, attempting to secure one set of crossbeams together with the cords, proffering the lines and tethers to anyone else taking on the same positions. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate