DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The destructive amusement remained, quirking a little smile in the corner of his mouth, as another gourd rolled out of sight. Some token brethren, because they were all idiotic and seemed eager to line up for demolition, rolled his way and Deimos simply glanced downward, setting it aflame without a touch. It hissed and grumbled and then perished with burnt edges, and he shrugged his shoulders, figuring it would still have some use. “Or bread.” Hm. Maybe he’d bring some home.
Deimos could complain about the Voice all day long, but to hear of the Ancient’s gratitude made his jaw clench, eyes narrowing in on a few other vampire fiends who seemed slightly less keen to join the rest of the crowd. Watching as they meandered by kiosk stalls rather than the two on the main path, they seemed more eager to snap at passing ankles or hide behind wooden planks than anything else. “She had some merits,” which he could admit to, just barely – like the portals before the war, or bringing Kiada back. But there were multitudes of other things to make up for it. “She also released monsters here during LongNight.”
Deimos could complain about the Voice all day long, but to hear of the Ancient’s gratitude made his jaw clench, eyes narrowing in on a few other vampire fiends who seemed slightly less keen to join the rest of the crowd. Watching as they meandered by kiosk stalls rather than the two on the main path, they seemed more eager to snap at passing ankles or hide behind wooden planks than anything else. “She had some merits,” which he could admit to, just barely – like the portals before the war, or bringing Kiada back. But there were multitudes of other things to make up for it. “She also released monsters here during LongNight.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
