DEIMOS
Under normal circumstances, the arrival of spring and the end of LongNight would’ve inspired relief, ruminations of the future, of dusting off the latest trauma, forging onward and ahead to the next disaster or recovery. Except now he paid nearly no attention to the buds breaking through winter’s eaves, to the grass striving to grow towards the returned sun. These latest consequences, events, and circumstances weren’t so easily shaken away; still clinging to his shoulders, to his essence, to his existence, an eternal struggle of strife and catacombs, of the ghosts continuing to linger behind his eyes.
And he’d helped put her there.
The sorrow mixed in with trepidation, apprehension, consternation, until all he reflected was a monolithic posture, staring off into the void, waiting for the horizon to present another dilemma. Any elation, any excitement, over Kiada’s impending arrival from Halo (the assortment of stories, of triumphs, of trials, of tribulations) had contorted over his heart and cursed the fixtures into dread. It barraged and rampaged, settling deep into his chest, until the restlessness coiled over him and he maneuvered amongst the trees, Zuriel following close behind, further and further, so the Sword could glare at the Spire, offering naught else for the moment. He’d done enough damage, and was likely to instigate more, simply by his impending news.
And he’d helped put her there.
The sorrow mixed in with trepidation, apprehension, consternation, until all he reflected was a monolithic posture, staring off into the void, waiting for the horizon to present another dilemma. Any elation, any excitement, over Kiada’s impending arrival from Halo (the assortment of stories, of triumphs, of trials, of tribulations) had contorted over his heart and cursed the fixtures into dread. It barraged and rampaged, settling deep into his chest, until the restlessness coiled over him and he maneuvered amongst the trees, Zuriel following close behind, further and further, so the Sword could glare at the Spire, offering naught else for the moment. He’d done enough damage, and was likely to instigate more, simply by his impending news.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
