DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
That had always been his preferred role – General – never Warden, temporary or not – to convey, ensure, and protect. He wanted the guards under his watch to be capable of defending their home, wise, enduring, strong in their convictions, and in their formidability. It was a purpose in everyday life, and when he wasn’t called to action elsewhere, from the stirrings of some other threat, some other world-ending condemnation, some other nuance of monster fathoms and upheavals; his favorite haunt was here. Within the barracks, providing ways for others to survive.
He watched, silent and hushed as always, surveying her choices. She must’ve been gaining his measures and machinations too, for no sooner did she head over to the ax displays, picking one up, feeling the weight of its brutality. What it lacked in a full scale platitude of lengthy, serrated edges, like a sword, the ax had a cutting barbarity to its brutality – quick, effective, in hacking away larger portions of an enemy. “It should be suitable,” Deimos nodded and countered in return, the half-smile still there.
Hopefully all these efforts would benefit, in the long run, in the short intervals, in the time and place where they’d all be surrounded, pervaded, by figments of the past and present. And with avid uncertainty, because he didn’t know when she’d be called to those haunting decibels, the Sword tilted his head. “Good luck, and be safe.”
Stay committed to one’s goals. Persevere. Endure. Live. Rinse and repeat.
He watched, silent and hushed as always, surveying her choices. She must’ve been gaining his measures and machinations too, for no sooner did she head over to the ax displays, picking one up, feeling the weight of its brutality. What it lacked in a full scale platitude of lengthy, serrated edges, like a sword, the ax had a cutting barbarity to its brutality – quick, effective, in hacking away larger portions of an enemy. “It should be suitable,” Deimos nodded and countered in return, the half-smile still there.
Hopefully all these efforts would benefit, in the long run, in the short intervals, in the time and place where they’d all be surrounded, pervaded, by figments of the past and present. And with avid uncertainty, because he didn’t know when she’d be called to those haunting decibels, the Sword tilted his head. “Good luck, and be safe.”
Stay committed to one’s goals. Persevere. Endure. Live. Rinse and repeat.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
