[KQ] What Lies Beneath

D e i m o s

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

Their notions were something mired in his gratitude; because at least he wasn’t the only one incapable of leaving the unicorn behind. But there was no time to speak over the sudden onslaught sliding around them, walls shaking, careening, visions of the Spire pressing against his mind. An ominous rumble, a scope of uncertainty, and a nuance tightly set along his jaw. This was a warning, an ultimatum, one of those streamlined efforts logged and bogged down in decisions. Before he could truly think of the alternative, besides running, besides going back the way they’d came, besides doing something intelligent and wise for once in their lives, Jigano asked for his assistance. In an instant, there was nothing else in his psyche but glowing palms and desired steel – bridges of support launched beneath the opening, striving to remain strong and sturdy, anointed, consecrated, to ensure there was enough time, enough space, for them to hopefully journey through. The arch reached, imploring, intending, to embark upon Atlas mantles; and his motions were simple, no complexity to them but the slightest of calculations into design and what would work best; allowing everyone the opportunity to sojourn along tempests. Zuriel would be a tight fit, but too prideful, too haughty, too damned superior to even listen otherwise, she scraped her shoulders and hind along the rocks, trying to squeeze her way through. The Sword waited, allowing others the opportunity, before he shifted – eagle and plumes and feathers, talons gripping his bag – to ensure he’d be able to slip his way within. -- Deimos attempts to create a supporting arch to allow everyone, including Zuriel, through. He then shifts into an eagle to ensure he has space to move freely through too. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate