that bashes and breaks you

D e i m o s

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

Despite the unicorn’s urgency and warning towards Deimos’ composure, something he had handled and perfected since lifetimes before, Zuriel’s own wasn’t quite as matched. Her ears flattened, nostrils widened, though only towards Jigano – no other explanation given, save for Deimos’ quick, askance gaze, and the mare ambled off, snorting and sneering from nearby. Other than that, the silence remained: left to their own devices and hushed inquiries, a thousand other nuances and ruminations. He lifted his head only been the attuned accord ambled through once more, while they all seemed to walk on egg shells, uncertain of the parameters, the particulars, seams fraying or only just being held together. A tilt of his cranium indicated he was listening, little slips and intonations of his figure maneuvering along brush and nettles. No. Safrin asked for five leaves in different decomposition stages. Along with a bone, and some fertile soil: representations of life and what happened thereafter? Where they were all headed? He hadn’t asked about the distinction, stunned he’d received anything at all. A shift and shudder along his shoulders indicated he was maneuvering his bag, digging through, then producing a jar of one of those already collected – fresh and new, no touch of withering or decay, before placing it back into the wares for safekeeping. Quieter still, if it were possible to be more than a hushed whisper through minds, he asked. Where did you see them? For now we stand alone, the world is lost and blown And we are flesh and blood disintegrate with no more to hate