DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
The suffocating sentiments didn’t cease, circumventing through the room, pressing in their emboldened heights; and were he not so deliberate in his calm, composed fixtures, they might’ve been choking, suffocating, sticking to walls and throats. He watched as she sat, but nothing else changed, fur and hackles, lilac hues, claws and talons – and the beast couldn’t quite fathom what had brought this alteration.
The Sword moved away from the doorway, not engulfed or swayed by the obvious lie. Instead of invading her space, instead of pressing into the talons, into the gulf, into the spike of fractures, fragments, unfurling, uncoiling strands (and gods; how many times had he felt exactly the same?), he grabbed hold of one of the chairs, settling before her. “You are not.” Not fine, not fine, not fine, a familiar war drum; and it echoed, reverberated against his skull – uncertain whose hissed more vibrantly. He leaned forward, arms on thighs, hands extended in case she wished to take them – and waited, simply there.
The Sword moved away from the doorway, not engulfed or swayed by the obvious lie. Instead of invading her space, instead of pressing into the talons, into the gulf, into the spike of fractures, fragments, unfurling, uncoiling strands (and gods; how many times had he felt exactly the same?), he grabbed hold of one of the chairs, settling before her. “You are not.” Not fine, not fine, not fine, a familiar war drum; and it echoed, reverberated against his skull – uncertain whose hissed more vibrantly. He leaned forward, arms on thighs, hands extended in case she wished to take them – and waited, simply there.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
