DEIMOS
Loren had no need to apologize; he hadn’t been involved in the mess, in the circumstances surrounding the tragedy. But he knew, he knew how easily they all crumbled to dust, to ash, to smoke, to fumes. I am sorry for your loss came on neutral tones too, a way of sharing the agony, of comprehending so little, and not knowing how to move past it other than forwards. Because sometimes even then, the weigh was too much and the burdens too great.
The exhaustion and the sighs were shared, and he nodded, an eagle brandishing of acknowledgment, swallowing down the what did you expect?, because this world was harsh and all the others were bound to be the same.
Peter and Adam. Adam and Peter. The subject burned and seethed in his mind, images of frozen beings and dragons that wouldn’t go away, ice shields that hadn’t protected, floating little rafts he could’ve concocted to ensure their bodies, their souls, came along too. The grief bounded against him and something in his stomach dared to retch and roll; he flew higher than the goose’s arcs, but there was no hiding. Not in the open sky. Not in the watery fathoms. It was stupid. It should never have happened.
The exhaustion and the sighs were shared, and he nodded, an eagle brandishing of acknowledgment, swallowing down the what did you expect?, because this world was harsh and all the others were bound to be the same.
Peter and Adam. Adam and Peter. The subject burned and seethed in his mind, images of frozen beings and dragons that wouldn’t go away, ice shields that hadn’t protected, floating little rafts he could’ve concocted to ensure their bodies, their souls, came along too. The grief bounded against him and something in his stomach dared to retch and roll; he flew higher than the goose’s arcs, but there was no hiding. Not in the open sky. Not in the watery fathoms. It was stupid. It should never have happened.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
