DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Ru’s voice broke him out of the silent reverie, twisting his head back over his shoulder to glance, and then falling back into the solemnity. Something in his jaw flexed and twitched, a muscle probably used to being overworked, pondering if he should even say the words forming on his tongue. “I asked Ludo a few years back,” when Kiada was dead and Amalia was gone and Hotaru had disappeared and he hadn’t had much else to go on but fringes, memories, and the need to fix all the broken shards in his life. It hadn’t solved anything. “If I could complete Kiada’s quest for her.” His fingers went to trace over one of the lantern bases, flickering away pieces of dust. “It said I needed the lantern Jigano had.” And since he’d vanished into the ether, there hadn’t been a possibility. “And then the Ascended tried to eradicate the monsters.”
So therein – maybe it couldn’t be done.
He sat straighter, moving over and giving her a piece of space if she was inclined. “I have made some for my parents and Huyana, even if I will not be able to see them.” He shrugged his shoulders, because sometimes it was just enough to represent pieces, memories, despite their souls and existences in another world entirely. He had been too, once. “If it makes you feel better, why not.”
So therein – maybe it couldn’t be done.
He sat straighter, moving over and giving her a piece of space if she was inclined. “I have made some for my parents and Huyana, even if I will not be able to see them.” He shrugged his shoulders, because sometimes it was just enough to represent pieces, memories, despite their souls and existences in another world entirely. He had been too, once. “If it makes you feel better, why not.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
