DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
He offered nothing more than an ambivalent snort at the retort, watching as she decided amongst the lush and dense foliage, and opting to follow so he didn’t feel so lost in its quarters. For all his earthen incantations, he rarely used them as anything more than sieges or defensive measures – twisted vines, caves left intact, earthquakes rooting into the ground and abolishing an enemy. Soldier through and through, rarely capable of mending or curating something other than protective shields or life-saving machinations for another, his gaze witnessed the sprouts beginning to curl and grow from her touch, and he crouched nearby to witness leaves unfurl.
The resounding squawk instigated a very wide smirk, but he was careful not to mention it again, or let the laughter fall and echo, disturb the peace and tranquility of the place. Already bribed with strawberries, he plucked several out of her fingers. “Thank you,” before munching, considering, allowing the delectable and divine taste flicker along his mouth and across his tongue. Reminded of something, and fighting the urge to wrinkle his nose at the complexities, his hands reached for a nearby patch of blueberries, concocting the same measures as Evie, watching them bloom to life with richer fervor and deeper hues. “Supposedly another festival sprung up. Liat Fux.” This time he did laugh, but only because of the name.
Snagging at the proportions he’d melded within, proffering some to her on a flattened palm and silent gestures, his gaze wandered outside the glassy construct, watching as Belial sauntered and fluttered, and Zuriel picked at weeds growing underneath. “Though it is in the swamps.”
The resounding squawk instigated a very wide smirk, but he was careful not to mention it again, or let the laughter fall and echo, disturb the peace and tranquility of the place. Already bribed with strawberries, he plucked several out of her fingers. “Thank you,” before munching, considering, allowing the delectable and divine taste flicker along his mouth and across his tongue. Reminded of something, and fighting the urge to wrinkle his nose at the complexities, his hands reached for a nearby patch of blueberries, concocting the same measures as Evie, watching them bloom to life with richer fervor and deeper hues. “Supposedly another festival sprung up. Liat Fux.” This time he did laugh, but only because of the name.
Snagging at the proportions he’d melded within, proffering some to her on a flattened palm and silent gestures, his gaze wandered outside the glassy construct, watching as Belial sauntered and fluttered, and Zuriel picked at weeds growing underneath. “Though it is in the swamps.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
