DEIMOS
Only a building; Deimos had a difficult time with things being segmented as only, but those ruminations came from multiple lives with multiple losses. Homes became symbolic segments he rooted himself to, whether it was the ocean, the sea breeze, the cry of gulls across dunes and sand, or the mountains, ice behind his eyes, glaciers walled in his chest. He held onto those figments for as long as he could, avaricious and rapacious, desperate and wanton, arching for control and dominion so they wouldn’t crumble, so they wouldn’t break, so they wouldn’t shatter like the rest. His eyes fell back to the floor, to the ground, breathing on slower inclines as Remi smiled, as he insinuated no fault or blame rendered its way onto the Sword’s entity.He wanted to argue against it, that they needn’t have asked, that he’d done so willingly to ensure the others escaped, but he could have done more (and that was always the crux of it, really, in the depths of his persistence, that he should’ve committed other things than the wild, savage intervals). The shame still warred its way through his frame.
Then the alchemist thought himself accountable; the legions of efforts of the door opening, closing, taking in anyone and anything who banged upon its sanction. The general’s eyes lifted, another sigh bounding through the air, uncertainty lingering between guild particles and his vexed contortions. He wasn’t here to segment or sever condemnation on anyone but himself; they’d all known the plans, and maybe, should’ve expected some semblance of corruption and upheaval from the very beginning. The beast absorbed the absolutions though, and the weight felt less cumbersome, less binding, listening instead of openly defying it, resistance not met or fissured in his jaw. Okay was something he couldn't say out loud, not without choking, not without rasping, not without something else flickering or falling apart. “Do you want it rebuilt?” Perhaps so, perhaps not, ties cut and loosened, or meant to be stranded back together, without the frayed ends?
He was something solid
to lean against
violent and fierce and unmoving
