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

Nothingness and silence when he expected some discourse; it was the bard after all, but perhaps with the way everything had sunk and tarnished, it was the way of the world now. To fall into hushed platitudes (a habit and routine of his anyway, regardless of the season or multitudes of catastrophe), to seek out naught, to drift aimlessly in their stunned, shocked stupefaction. His eyes flickered back to the Sage’s actions, Zuriel lifting her hoof away from some ivory petals, though he noticed a look of haughty disdain crossing over her features, and let that go too. Maybe this was an interval of allowing moments to simply settle into their structures and adherences, to not seek, to not condemn, to not grind and pummel and maul when he so wanted to. A cycle to reflect upon mistakes and actions, to strive and become better. An olive branch, in the midst, when his gaze hadn’t yet pierced upon things he required. “Have you seen a leaf slightly withered?” The request, the inquiry, might’ve sounded incredibly bizarre – it felt ridiculous leaving his mouth. “I am looking for some in various stages of decomposition.” Again, likely not enough information, and he furrowed his brow, struggling to put everything into words, deciding it was better off in attuned boundaries. A quest, from Safrin. And if that angered, irked, or rankled, a mending, assuaging semblance thereafter. For Amalia. For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate