DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword swallowed down something in the wake of her correction, in the shake of her head. There was no argument to be made for her lines – he’d done it before, wept and bled and loved and cherished and perished. Damned to do it again too, for what it was worth. Then she was closing in and the Sword didn’t dare move – away or towards, while she cupped his face (not going for his throat; not like before), and he was forced to follow the dominion of her hold.
Jaw tilted, piercing stare upon hers, Deimos did allow one more chuckle at the thought of laugh lines. But his head shook as much as it could. “I did not want to let anyone in.” And then he had anyway; the notion punctured with the half-smile once more, with not much else to show for it. Most of those individuals were gone and out of his life, and the others he grasped onto with mischief and grief intermingled, intertwined.
But thereafter were the other words, and his features faltered – the grin gone, the tones and everything else sinking in. They were weighted, but not entirely harsh, not ruthless and unrelenting; he’d known them in the back of his mind already. For all the dominion and might, for all the efforts he’d put in, for all the trial after trial, tribulation after tribulation, where had he gone? What had he become? What had he done? Suffered for? Generous and forgiving, tolerant and reticent, putting forth his abilities for the sake of others, so they could rise and strengthen, be protected, be healed –
Nowhere pulsed on her breath, and his brows furrowed with it. The coils and curls of suppressed, diminished rage infused with his veins and he could feel those wretched notions making their home again inside his chest. Primordial, ancient, arcane; incapable of ever being rid of those contemptuous layers. “Yes,” came on a muffled hiss, force between clenched jaws and behind teeth. “That is why I am here.” With a gaze contorted amidst desperation and misery, striving to find something to maneuver onwards. “That is why I am asking you what needs to be done.”
Because he’d come to Halo on lines of death and sickness, and been mended as best he’d allow, repaid his debts – and for once, he might be able to become more than just the mountains.
Jaw tilted, piercing stare upon hers, Deimos did allow one more chuckle at the thought of laugh lines. But his head shook as much as it could. “I did not want to let anyone in.” And then he had anyway; the notion punctured with the half-smile once more, with not much else to show for it. Most of those individuals were gone and out of his life, and the others he grasped onto with mischief and grief intermingled, intertwined.
But thereafter were the other words, and his features faltered – the grin gone, the tones and everything else sinking in. They were weighted, but not entirely harsh, not ruthless and unrelenting; he’d known them in the back of his mind already. For all the dominion and might, for all the efforts he’d put in, for all the trial after trial, tribulation after tribulation, where had he gone? What had he become? What had he done? Suffered for? Generous and forgiving, tolerant and reticent, putting forth his abilities for the sake of others, so they could rise and strengthen, be protected, be healed –
Nowhere pulsed on her breath, and his brows furrowed with it. The coils and curls of suppressed, diminished rage infused with his veins and he could feel those wretched notions making their home again inside his chest. Primordial, ancient, arcane; incapable of ever being rid of those contemptuous layers. “Yes,” came on a muffled hiss, force between clenched jaws and behind teeth. “That is why I am here.” With a gaze contorted amidst desperation and misery, striving to find something to maneuver onwards. “That is why I am asking you what needs to be done.”
Because he’d come to Halo on lines of death and sickness, and been mended as best he’d allow, repaid his debts – and for once, he might be able to become more than just the mountains.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
