DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Maybe the grief would always be there; a reminder of lost moments and things and souls, but not as sharp. Not as poignant. Not as haunting. There were some days where the thoughts were overshadowed by the present, by pieces and pockets of amusements or joy found in the carved-out spaces of the world. Little by little, bit by bit, until they weren’t so looming, daunting, and fraught – where the loss of another didn’t make up the core of one’s existence. Didn’t swallow. Didn’t consume.
His head tilted vaguely, eyes watching Belial unfurl his wings and drift downward as the Citadel loomed closer on their snowy path, listening to the notions of Zariah. While they had no more to fear from her, and only a scattered few remaining from her bloodline (Neron, and probably others), she’d cast a wide shadow on both the Grounds and Halo. “Perhaps it should not be thought of that way then,” and he wrinkled his nose in distaste, as if even the Merciless’s footsteps would’ve been tainted. “If permitted, you could make it in the likeness you choose.” Alter, morph, change, into something beneficial and well-meaning, then the overwhelming, overbearing, overwrought manifestations of a tyrant. Even the edifice, the surroundings, themselves – and it would make sense, given how abandoned the property had been.
At least there were motions towards the present with the greenhouse, and he snorted, allowing the depths of his smile to curl in the corners of his mouth at her reaction. Boyish again, when given the opportunity. “Communal. Made by the nature side of Frey. Fairly large and instrumental for Halo," relieving them of the necessities of trade, given and granted more independence. "Fruits. Vegetables. Herbs. Medicinal aspects.”
His head tilted vaguely, eyes watching Belial unfurl his wings and drift downward as the Citadel loomed closer on their snowy path, listening to the notions of Zariah. While they had no more to fear from her, and only a scattered few remaining from her bloodline (Neron, and probably others), she’d cast a wide shadow on both the Grounds and Halo. “Perhaps it should not be thought of that way then,” and he wrinkled his nose in distaste, as if even the Merciless’s footsteps would’ve been tainted. “If permitted, you could make it in the likeness you choose.” Alter, morph, change, into something beneficial and well-meaning, then the overwhelming, overbearing, overwrought manifestations of a tyrant. Even the edifice, the surroundings, themselves – and it would make sense, given how abandoned the property had been.
At least there were motions towards the present with the greenhouse, and he snorted, allowing the depths of his smile to curl in the corners of his mouth at her reaction. Boyish again, when given the opportunity. “Communal. Made by the nature side of Frey. Fairly large and instrumental for Halo," relieving them of the necessities of trade, given and granted more independence. "Fruits. Vegetables. Herbs. Medicinal aspects.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
