i hate dreaming of being alone

DEIMOS

I know; either acceptance or tolerance, another line etched and carved into their sanctuary. The Reaper and the Sword were one and the same, but alterations scalded and molded their way into these thresholds. Maybe that would be enough, an understanding of all the darker motivations, days he’d spent in shadow because that was all he had, all he knew, all he could comprehend. There was no one else to take up the mantle, the blades, the knives, the daggers. And no one had bothered to do the same for him – the veils of protection extended to his kingdom, and every inhabitant within, but not their sovereign. It was different here, now, where he could turn towards the sun, where there were stars, where there were clear views of galaxies over summits.

But the pain always seemed to stay the same.

He waited for some other blow, some other maiming, some other consideration to balk and sway into his soul. It had been today’s pattern, to find faults, flaws, dig into them until he was some frozen, agonized vessel again. Instead, there were brows merged and crowns placed, a softened breath billowing, partly relief, partly reassured. Her hand, the one not enclosed in his, reached and held his cheek, the depths of his stare riveting to hers.

Then they closed again, sinking into her, heartbeat pulsing, ricocheting, ardent, fervent. Perhaps he was just as frightened, afraid to be pushed aside, fearful the cords of his failings had come to wrap around him like a noose. Nothing else but his lips on hers, following, following, following paths towards light and life.

i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky