DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos had only gone to the Maw once before – but knew enough of the layout, understood the notions potentially behind the sigh. The schematics involved weren’t too labored though, considering other plans, machinations, and calculations already threaded in between. “I can get a manta crystal,” he’d had some stowed away in the old guild building in Torchline anyway. “I have a leopard seal shift, but I am a capable swimmer too.” No one born within the Moonlit Tides, or beside the ocean, had been permitted to be anything less.
None of it seemed overly complex – likely dive down, fight something, grab a relic and go – were it not for the transportation portion of it. Immediately there was a wrinkle to his nose, very boyish in the way that he didn’t like to relinquish control of his senses, of himself, to many –
The naked point was simply something he could snort at – not a man who’d ever been ashamed of his body. “Interesting caveat.” A long sigh filtered through him, thinking over items and companions left behind, sounding something like begrudging acceptance of an inevitable grimace and grumble. “I can always make things if we need them.” A minor clench to his jaw followed suit, remembering the half-finished notes tucked away in his desk. “When were you thinking of leaving?”
None of it seemed overly complex – likely dive down, fight something, grab a relic and go – were it not for the transportation portion of it. Immediately there was a wrinkle to his nose, very boyish in the way that he didn’t like to relinquish control of his senses, of himself, to many –
The naked point was simply something he could snort at – not a man who’d ever been ashamed of his body. “Interesting caveat.” A long sigh filtered through him, thinking over items and companions left behind, sounding something like begrudging acceptance of an inevitable grimace and grumble. “I can always make things if we need them.” A minor clench to his jaw followed suit, remembering the half-finished notes tucked away in his desk. “When were you thinking of leaving?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
