DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
An investigation was another possibility, but the Sword, not often versed in anything medical, mending, or healing provisions, wouldn’t know where to start. But he’d be eager to prevent it – the suffering, the madness, the way so many, even the Ascended, had been altered. “And how would we do that?” He’d heard Phoebe had once investigated the blight, but wasn’t certain on the findings, the information, construed in its sanction.
The other inquiry actually made him snort, breaking over the chains of discomfort gripping his shoulders, his spine, his mettle. “I already have.” Molded into Abandoned and Attuned, strength for strength, measure for measure, and no shame in adhering to either side. In response, a pair of tiger ears shifted to the top of his head, maneuvering back and forth with the notion of sounds surrounding the area, catching bits and pieces of birdsong.
The other inquiry actually made him snort, breaking over the chains of discomfort gripping his shoulders, his spine, his mettle. “I already have.” Molded into Abandoned and Attuned, strength for strength, measure for measure, and no shame in adhering to either side. In response, a pair of tiger ears shifted to the top of his head, maneuvering back and forth with the notion of sounds surrounding the area, catching bits and pieces of birdsong.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
