DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Even if it was minor and minimal, the Sword wasn’t going to waste those small pockets of joviality and amusement. He kept it rallied around him as the reindeer moved, as he steadied the logs, as their massive strides made herculean efforts, passing and gliding over the snow with ease. The refrains weren’t going to be lost in the muddle of his plotting or scheming, permitting the ramparts of his strength, of his determination, to fire through all the Attuned bombardments. The world wasn’t going to break down around him today, and certainly not for any of the others in his party.
They made it safely back to camp, and once he launched off the sled, he gave them both firm pats on the head (obnoxiously so), before setting to work unhooking their shifted forms, and unloading their wares. The wood had barely rustled about, and even as they spoke in their measured calculations, he acted with smooth ease; as if talking and immersing in the folds of scheming was an everyday occurrence (probably because it was). Taking one log, and maneuvering it to their designated sanction, he started upon the proportions of the floor as they gathered their thoughts. I know Bastien well, even if they hadn’t talked in some time; they’d gotten along well even after Rexanna’s passing. If it weren’t for the artist, Deimos would never have considered making weapons for the Ascended at all. Whether or not this would matter now, after political strife and turmoil, would remain to be seen. Even if we send one and do not get our desired result, we will know where they stand.
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Come help haul the logs down and we can get started on the floors!
They made it safely back to camp, and once he launched off the sled, he gave them both firm pats on the head (obnoxiously so), before setting to work unhooking their shifted forms, and unloading their wares. The wood had barely rustled about, and even as they spoke in their measured calculations, he acted with smooth ease; as if talking and immersing in the folds of scheming was an everyday occurrence (probably because it was). Taking one log, and maneuvering it to their designated sanction, he started upon the proportions of the floor as they gathered their thoughts. I know Bastien well, even if they hadn’t talked in some time; they’d gotten along well even after Rexanna’s passing. If it weren’t for the artist, Deimos would never have considered making weapons for the Ascended at all. Whether or not this would matter now, after political strife and turmoil, would remain to be seen. Even if we send one and do not get our desired result, we will know where they stand.
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Come help haul the logs down and we can get started on the floors!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
