asking sorrows to turn

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Frey’s words ghosted through him like a vice; for he felt much the same. The regrets and rues would continue to persist well into his heart and soul, and remain there for a good long while, despite this moment of success. He didn’t expect any more of the kindness descending upon them, but the calm, restful poignancy nestling through his form certainly wasn’t from his own apprehensive and tightened frame, so he glanced upward, nodding, giving a respectful smile in the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for everything.” Which he meant – always had – because this was still a way to forge and iron and steel their terrain – they just hadn’t been quick enough. From now on though, it would matter. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace