DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“Essentially,” he gave way; though he was certain Safrin would like to be held in even higher esteem. To hear Dygra was of similar ilk and cloth meandered through the Sword’s mind – though the starry herald had told them several times to not consider her a threat, as they’d done with the Voice. “Not many of the heralds do,” came with a quirk of his smile – Frey perhaps the most even-keeled of the lot.
His eyes flickered towards a narrowed and furtive stairway, nose instinctively wrinkling, and not quite in the mood for meandering into darkened thresholds. Nodding, and taking the hint, he gave a wave. “Enjoy yourself,” something he probably didn’t have to add – Danta seemed the type to do so regardless. And with that, the Sword could be on his way back home, the angst and melancholy no longer so distinct.
{FIN}
His eyes flickered towards a narrowed and furtive stairway, nose instinctively wrinkling, and not quite in the mood for meandering into darkened thresholds. Nodding, and taking the hint, he gave a wave. “Enjoy yourself,” something he probably didn’t have to add – Danta seemed the type to do so regardless. And with that, the Sword could be on his way back home, the angst and melancholy no longer so distinct.
{FIN}
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
