DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The crackling of the fire in the hearth did nothing to ease the trepidation, but he sat in one of the larger chairs before its flames just the same, gesturing towards another one nearby for the alchemist to take. “I was surprised to find it had,” considering the weather. “I attempted to respond, but I doubt it got very far.” The blistering winds were enough to waylay any bird, save for the ningos who’d adapted to a leisurely escape in the Citadel. His thoughts went to the half-written notes already contained in his desk, for impending, future notice, but those would only rally down nearby streets and corners.
The Sword appreciated the straight to the point manner, regardless, as it kept his machinations off the potential apprehension, and more to the actions at hand. “Did it say where?” Surprised, really, to hear the compliment thereafter, his eyes widened a moment, before resolving back to their usual reticence, though he permitted a light smile to flicker in the corner of his mouth. “It is appreciated, and I would be willing to participate. However, I do not understand the travel you described." By dreams?
The Sword appreciated the straight to the point manner, regardless, as it kept his machinations off the potential apprehension, and more to the actions at hand. “Did it say where?” Surprised, really, to hear the compliment thereafter, his eyes widened a moment, before resolving back to their usual reticence, though he permitted a light smile to flicker in the corner of his mouth. “It is appreciated, and I would be willing to participate. However, I do not understand the travel you described." By dreams?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
