DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
An escape from the embrace, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about the absence thereafter, save for the hand on his shoulder, arching his brow at bandannas and cloth, at the way her eyes might’ve glared or glowered at him in the makeshift mischief. His smile still remained, even as he rounded into another roll of his gaze at the lord jab; no one had called him such a thing in ages. It waxed and waned as if it only existed a thousand years ago, deadly, noxious crowns and shoulders weighed down, down, down by the heady masses. Rexanna was far more suitable for such a role – would tower and proclaim, would institute a grander, successful regime, than anything he ever accomplished. He wasn’t certain if she’d truly want any of his damned advice, from those days spent before so many others, out of his comfort zone, longing, yearning, to return to battlefields or shadows, pressed and scalded and re-shaped, re-molded, until he was just an icy, glacial being all the more, desperate to protect and shield, but restless in his defiance. How many meetings had he held where there was uproar and oblivion? The patterns always nettled and sparked at his spine, returned in full force, dread, and apprehension, the moment he stepped into any meeting hall here. But it was still experience, and he’d strive to grant her the fumes and dregs of sagacity he’d retained. “Listen. Always be willing to listen.” A feat Zariah had attempted to accomplish, then lost along the way in her fight for power, for supremacy, for tyranny; proclaiming her convictions and then damning the people in the next. Wessex had been more open, but still, on the ethers of her shift, of her abdication, still left before the world had their say. These were people to reign over, but not to smother, not to consume, not to dictate and dissipate. There was a give and take; there to protect, to serve. “But do not be afraid to stand your ground and fight for what you believe in.” Maybe the Penumbra wouldn’t need to hear that at all; already accomplished in those regards.
