[PQ] with our backs against the wall

D e i m o s

Send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
Relive the pictures that have come to pass

The Reaper listened, then nodded his assent, marking the spot Jigano indicated with his dart, bright crimson so they didn’t lose their way in amongst the shoveling and digging. He raised his shovel and continued on the same trend as the bard, meticulous, slow, despite the increased intervals that they were close; one incorrect maneuver or motion and they could be starting all over again. As the hole became larger, enough for bodies to mold their way through, hopefully unseen, undetected, the beast created more supports along the sides, intending for them to hold the earth apart and together, not faltering, not crumbling. Then, if, when, they managed to extricate the loam, his palms glowed once more, creating a cover as he’d intended earlier, striving to match the surface of the prison on the top, blending hues to mask the charade, the pretenses, for as long as possible, undisturbed by guards. The bottom was almost a translucent surface, in case those below needed to glance up, to see if there was something, someone, hovering above. -- Done? Please be done. XDDD For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate