DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He’d returned from the Hanged Man, mind full of condemned creatures, murders, mysteries, and dead ends – the finality of situations hanging precariously on the balance, already conspiring to implement investigations when they returned home. His arrival and the barren darkness of the room indicated Amalia wasn’t there either; conducting some other kind of business, visiting friends, or something else – and he lit a few lanterns, candles, flames in the hearth, before dropping the food off along the table for two situated in the corner.
The monolith thought to bathe, erasing the pinnacles of unsaid, unknown, unholy figments off his skin, the grime of failure, of nothingness threatening to seep further into bones. He got no further than the notion when the door slammed, announcing the Shield’s arrival, a rush of a body meeting the bed, and then the pulsing, pervading presence of trepidation, oblivion, rage, and wounded sentiments.
Reels of emotions and none of them his own: overwhelming, overbearing, swallowing the small room into snippets and fragments, and any ruminations towards enigmas of moments prior were engulfed by the current one. He marched steadily to the doorway, leaned along its ramparts while piercing eyes went to her back, words unfurling slowly, calmly, attempting to parse through the situation. “What happened?”
The monolith thought to bathe, erasing the pinnacles of unsaid, unknown, unholy figments off his skin, the grime of failure, of nothingness threatening to seep further into bones. He got no further than the notion when the door slammed, announcing the Shield’s arrival, a rush of a body meeting the bed, and then the pulsing, pervading presence of trepidation, oblivion, rage, and wounded sentiments.
Reels of emotions and none of them his own: overwhelming, overbearing, swallowing the small room into snippets and fragments, and any ruminations towards enigmas of moments prior were engulfed by the current one. He marched steadily to the doorway, leaned along its ramparts while piercing eyes went to her back, words unfurling slowly, calmly, attempting to parse through the situation. “What happened?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
