DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The Sword had to get out of his own damned head before he imploded, before he seethed and contorted and rippled into further melancholic hell – and so, likely against better judgment (did he use that anymore?), he and his companions journeyed through portals. Towards the Greatwood of all places – safe, where he hadn’t set any god damned fires, where his hatred for another didn’t posture into vengeance and vehemence, where pieces of past didn’t loom and conform to malice.
Instead, it was some level of tranquility, serenity, to be immersed beside the rapid river again. For a long while he did nothing more than sit upon a massive boulder, watching the ripples, the churning waves, the lull stretch of fish under its potency, the scales glimmering off the sides.
And so, a moment later, leaving Zuriel to graze and Belial to nap on the rock, he shifted.
The tiger this time – stretching his claws, maneuvering deep into the fathoms, fur soused and wet and indifferent to the cold – pressing his wake and power into its threshold because that was all he could do now. And in some cases, it was all he had left.
Deimos might have laughed at himself, if it weren’t so pathetic. Instead, his paws flexed, one swiping at a nearby goldfish, and then letting it go.
Instead, it was some level of tranquility, serenity, to be immersed beside the rapid river again. For a long while he did nothing more than sit upon a massive boulder, watching the ripples, the churning waves, the lull stretch of fish under its potency, the scales glimmering off the sides.
And so, a moment later, leaving Zuriel to graze and Belial to nap on the rock, he shifted.
The tiger this time – stretching his claws, maneuvering deep into the fathoms, fur soused and wet and indifferent to the cold – pressing his wake and power into its threshold because that was all he could do now. And in some cases, it was all he had left.
Deimos might have laughed at himself, if it weren’t so pathetic. Instead, his paws flexed, one swiping at a nearby goldfish, and then letting it go.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
