that bashes and breaks you

D e i m o s

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

There was a note signifying calm and composure, almost like a warning, ensconced in between the unicorn and man, and the latter lifted his head from his perusal and examination, curious about the omen. His eyes landed on the familiar companion first, before following through upon the Sage, and he billowed a sigh through his chest – uncertain of its weight or bearing. “Jigano,” he extended instead of anything else he could’ve said. He hadn’t seen the Loreseeker since the colossal weight of the Temple had come down upon its occupants, upon Amalia, and healing measures hadn’t been enough. It was why he was out here in the first place: striving, trying, attempting to mend and assuage in the nuances of goddess interactions and directions. He’d also kept himself busy, traversing back and forth between barracks, guildhalls, the infirmary, and then returning to the cycle thereafter, not falling, not drowning, purposefully skimming over the surface of multitudes, of machinations, of ruminations threatening to consume. Occupying, not thinking; conducting efforts and actions like stalwart patterns, like traces of thoughts and pretenses. Maybe Jigano had been doing the same. A variety of questions seared and seethed on his tongue, behind his teeth, but he didn’t grant them a voice. Instead it’d been mere acknowledgment, and uncertain whether to permit anything else, he simply turned back to the brush, searching for a particular leaf. Zuriel bobbed her head towards the friendly griffin, amiable and amicable towards the bonded, but shifted her own piercing gaze upon the provost with an unsettling, weighty wake. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate