DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Ordinarily, only on very rare occasions would the Sword shut himself up in the council hall. The Barracks were more of a safe threshold; comfortable and familiar. But he couldn’t justify wandering in and striving to explain the glowing bracelet amongst his hoards and warriors without precursors, sending out information to others, or simply giving himself a moment to breathe before everything surged beyond just trepidation.
He sent word to Noah in the morning, after dreams and discussions with Evie, and didn’t glance anyone’s way when they openly stared at him wandering into the designated office. They likely knew something was afoot by his appearance alone – but furs and jackets were enough of a ward for the moment to stop them from seeing the residual glow of the bracelet.
Thereafter, he peeled away the layers and closed his eyes, steeling another breath in his chest, before snagging at the multitudes of parchment and charcoal, beginning, once more, to dictate another disastrous turn.
He sent word to Noah in the morning, after dreams and discussions with Evie, and didn’t glance anyone’s way when they openly stared at him wandering into the designated office. They likely knew something was afoot by his appearance alone – but furs and jackets were enough of a ward for the moment to stop them from seeing the residual glow of the bracelet.
Thereafter, he peeled away the layers and closed his eyes, steeling another breath in his chest, before snagging at the multitudes of parchment and charcoal, beginning, once more, to dictate another disastrous turn.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
