Uneasy lies the head

D e i m o s

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

There were too many unspoken things littered and scattered across the ground – bare minimum scrawls seemingly sketched across the notice board, and then fluttering away onto the next, and the next, and the next; arching, haunting, and bizarre in their poignancy. He felt as though he’d missed a series of circumstances and events in the past couple days, whirlwinds brought on by weddings and then dissolved or resolved seemingly seconds later – Queens disappeared, firebrands in her place, and then the final, strange rhythm to complete the confusion: Jigano named King. Had they not all cast ballots, his name not on the cards? What happened to the rebellion? What happened to the insurrection? Did one bleed over into the next? What had taken place for these altering proceedings to come into fruition? Had they not all agreed, down here in this very bakery? The curiosity stunned him, the inquiry compelled him, and he went down, down, down into the rushes of Amalia’s basement, composed in his stoic, nonchalant finery – features kept aligned with recalcitrance and reticence, giving naught away as his lantern light maneuvered over to their newly crowned monarch - not Ronin, but the bard, the Loreseeker. He said nothing at first. His motions were a study in quiet, hushed defiance, pulling back the emotions, the notions, until clarification rendered itself clear. The Reaper once again, fixated on the how and why, on the spun entities and their glaring alterations. He chose a seat near the door, sat down, and the depths of his stare finally settled upon Jigano – waiting for others to arrive before his a single word, devoid of blatant sentiment – cold and chilling, absent of warmth or anything else until he knew better. “Explain.” For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate