DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“Perfect,” he snorted once more, but meant it, shaking his head with gruff amusement at the antics, one born from an individual not used to sharing any lightheartedness amongst deities. Cautious and hesitant, in all things until he could fathom and understand them – and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever comprehend Safrin, regardless. Too mortal, too human, too steeled and forged. “Perhaps. I will try to be less,” came on the crook of that small smile.
Nor could he grasp the following question, and his own grin faded, wondering why they were encroaching here, on these notions and motions. The march of trepidation beat in his chest, and his hand reached for Zuriel’s muzzle, scratching it lightly, to ease some of the apprehension coiled within. His eyes fell on the stone floor for a moment, contemplating how to respond. “It depends.” Not well would probably have been a better truth – and though he’d done better, he’d tried to not be such a damned wall, there were still moments, much like these, where he wanted that guard up. Then his gaze lifted back to hers, a tilt of his own head following. “I still manage to get hurt.”
But he didn’t think it would matter – not to this goddess, not to any deity at all. “Why do you ask?”
Nor could he grasp the following question, and his own grin faded, wondering why they were encroaching here, on these notions and motions. The march of trepidation beat in his chest, and his hand reached for Zuriel’s muzzle, scratching it lightly, to ease some of the apprehension coiled within. His eyes fell on the stone floor for a moment, contemplating how to respond. “It depends.” Not well would probably have been a better truth – and though he’d done better, he’d tried to not be such a damned wall, there were still moments, much like these, where he wanted that guard up. Then his gaze lifted back to hers, a tilt of his own head following. “I still manage to get hurt.”
But he didn’t think it would matter – not to this goddess, not to any deity at all. “Why do you ask?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
