DEIMOS
Straight-shouldered, spine taut, tall and unyielding, despite the war going on in his mind, the manifestations of broken, embittered, caustic things, the Sword tried not to show it. Not in his strong gait, the sweeping stride, not in the wake of put-away furs, from the moment they stepped away from tundras and into the Climb’s warm expanse, not in the roll of movement and motion that echoed well beyond, in leagues of his parallels and deceits, triumphs and failures. He could feel it all burning around him, inward and pulling, pulling, pulling in the spirals of bones and veins, flesh, sinew, marrow; until he was just a flawed beast, mortal and mortal still.
“Yes,” Deimos answered Seren through the area – his eyes not going to her, but instead of the burnt, acrid surroundings; churning some Air incantations to pulse the smoke away from their lungs. “When we were sick and trying to find a cure,” but there would’ve been nothing of the lilies here. His soul should’ve been moved by the figments of magma, the solidified forms of lava, the maelstroms of fire and vitriol, but not now. Not when clarity seemed too daunting and the brush of the world too expansive. “Just not this portion.” His gaze went to Umbra briefly, flying and scouting overhead; Belial and Zuriel had stayed behind, at home, in front of hearths and unsettled dreams. “Have you?”
“Yes,” Deimos answered Seren through the area – his eyes not going to her, but instead of the burnt, acrid surroundings; churning some Air incantations to pulse the smoke away from their lungs. “When we were sick and trying to find a cure,” but there would’ve been nothing of the lilies here. His soul should’ve been moved by the figments of magma, the solidified forms of lava, the maelstroms of fire and vitriol, but not now. Not when clarity seemed too daunting and the brush of the world too expansive. “Just not this portion.” His gaze went to Umbra briefly, flying and scouting overhead; Belial and Zuriel had stayed behind, at home, in front of hearths and unsettled dreams. “Have you?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
