DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
More words and stares, and not his place to say anything. Muted, his eyes glanced towards Aino for a moment, and only because he understood the nature of it all. Except they were in the thick of it, whether they wanted to be or not, simply for existing in Caido. Immersed because this was a world with ties to both mortal and immortal stirrings; wars from the past, wars in the future. Was it safer to coast by and pretend it wasn’t happening? To instill the blindness, the ignorance? To be taken unawares later on down the road, without any preparation? Or to begin now, fortifying a sovereignty they all believed so strongly in?
There were no right, good, wrong, answers. Merely justifiable ones.
It was Kiada’s presence though, and only hers, that caused any other shift. A figure in the shadows, looming in the corner, another maelstrom in the mess of their making. Automatically, his hand ghosted towards her – a realm of comfort, of support, if she wanted to take it, of things unsaid and still lingering from when she’d been gone (of how Sah had given him an idea, and how he’d like to implement it but didn’t know how, but it was something to try).
There were no right, good, wrong, answers. Merely justifiable ones.
It was Kiada’s presence though, and only hers, that caused any other shift. A figure in the shadows, looming in the corner, another maelstrom in the mess of their making. Automatically, his hand ghosted towards her – a realm of comfort, of support, if she wanted to take it, of things unsaid and still lingering from when she’d been gone (of how Sah had given him an idea, and how he’d like to implement it but didn’t know how, but it was something to try).
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
