DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
To Deimos’ credit, and all the manners in which he’d sunk into his melancholies, that inquiry hadn’t been amongst the many lost along the way. He stood silently for a moment, mulling it over, amidst the experiences he’d held along this earth, and all the ones before, staring over the flies as they twisted and turned, intertwining along roots and limbs, some hues altering again (a vibrant green, an ashen brown). “Maybe they found peace in Mort’s Realm, and want to wait for their loved ones to join them.” Another pause, pondering over what so many others would’ve said; he could almost hear the weight of a Shield’s sagacity, pressing into his ears. “Or knew better, than to be tempted by the Voice.” Stronger, wiser, far more cunning than the goddess. “She keeps the Ascendeds’ souls.” And then his gaze flickered down, knowing there were some of his own that he’d never see again – simply for that reason alone. Unless –
And he cut that thought off with a shake of his head, because there were other matters on the horizon, and the semblances could come later.
Skyports were distracting enough anyway. “The cold and mountains may make an impact, but I do not see why not.” Some other considerations would likely have to be made in those boundaries; where the Greatwood and Torchline didn’t have those particular obstacles.
And he cut that thought off with a shake of his head, because there were other matters on the horizon, and the semblances could come later.
Skyports were distracting enough anyway. “The cold and mountains may make an impact, but I do not see why not.” Some other considerations would likely have to be made in those boundaries; where the Greatwood and Torchline didn’t have those particular obstacles.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
