DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His soul was a mixture of apprehension and ire; could feel the latter quelling and fuming beneath all the trauma and grief of the past few days and hours. Because for all they’d done and accomplished, it still hadn’t been enough, and there were probably more victims out there that they wouldn’t see until it was too late, nor any idea of how to combat crashing isles and devastating moons –
He choked and smothered it all down into a nonchalant veneer, but only because he was shifted. Had he been in human form, it would’ve been all clenched jaws and taut, tightened figures, a furrowed brow penning letters and beckoning others to safety again and again.
So instead, perhaps out of spite, he ignored the violet streaks in the sky and focused entirely on the spires in the distance, courting them onward and home. The other passengers had gone relatively silent, he presumed either out of fear or clutching on for dear life, the initial hunter nodding towards Alys but offering nothing else. The tracker gave a soft murmur. ”Yes ma’am, but it can wait until we get to shore.” Not daring or risking one wrong slip and they’d been in the cold encompassed lake again.
But the Sword didn’t take long, and using speed and strength, curled and coiled precisely next to Zuriel, his sled and bag, and Belial’s trumpeting hoots. He stayed, remaining in place, while the others slid off or departed, his eyes glancing to the still form behind him.
Because they too, would need a proper sending off, and the hordes of others doomed to meet the same fate.
{FIN}
He choked and smothered it all down into a nonchalant veneer, but only because he was shifted. Had he been in human form, it would’ve been all clenched jaws and taut, tightened figures, a furrowed brow penning letters and beckoning others to safety again and again.
So instead, perhaps out of spite, he ignored the violet streaks in the sky and focused entirely on the spires in the distance, courting them onward and home. The other passengers had gone relatively silent, he presumed either out of fear or clutching on for dear life, the initial hunter nodding towards Alys but offering nothing else. The tracker gave a soft murmur. ”Yes ma’am, but it can wait until we get to shore.” Not daring or risking one wrong slip and they’d been in the cold encompassed lake again.
But the Sword didn’t take long, and using speed and strength, curled and coiled precisely next to Zuriel, his sled and bag, and Belial’s trumpeting hoots. He stayed, remaining in place, while the others slid off or departed, his eyes glancing to the still form behind him.
Because they too, would need a proper sending off, and the hordes of others doomed to meet the same fate.
{FIN}
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
