DEIMOS
Experience; dual lifetimes of loss and heartache and trying to hold himself together: branching off into wild, savage, nefarious deeds because it was easier, because vehemence, vitriol, and violence were accustomed to his bones, to his marrow, to his being. Comfortable in destruction, in mayhem, but not the hereafter: when others he’d cherished took their last breaths and he couldn’t do anything about it. Worthless. Not enough. He didn’t send back any amusement, the fault lines threatening to crash and fall around him.
Loren’s last statements singed and burned though, and the beast hung his head as he circled over sands and swells, along a calm, awakening breeze, the breath knocked out of him. It was mostly because he knew better, and should’ve been better, and sometimes chances were slim. Were gone. Were vanished, vanquished in a moment – no amount of ignorance to the subject contorting and unraveling. He’d done it all before. He’d lost and lost and lost; they all had. Marred, ruined, blackened, shorn to pieces.
The sorrow ground and wound, a sigh flickering over his senses, uncertain of what to say or what to do – naught to make these moments not so strangled. Loren likely meant Abasi, or anyone else they’d had to leave behind. He wasn’t even sure he had notions of assuaging for the other man; tightening his jaw, straightening out his wings to hover. I will; certainty, give and grant those instances and intervals before he couldn’t any longer.
Loren’s last statements singed and burned though, and the beast hung his head as he circled over sands and swells, along a calm, awakening breeze, the breath knocked out of him. It was mostly because he knew better, and should’ve been better, and sometimes chances were slim. Were gone. Were vanished, vanquished in a moment – no amount of ignorance to the subject contorting and unraveling. He’d done it all before. He’d lost and lost and lost; they all had. Marred, ruined, blackened, shorn to pieces.
The sorrow ground and wound, a sigh flickering over his senses, uncertain of what to say or what to do – naught to make these moments not so strangled. Loren likely meant Abasi, or anyone else they’d had to leave behind. He wasn’t even sure he had notions of assuaging for the other man; tightening his jaw, straightening out his wings to hover. I will; certainty, give and grant those instances and intervals before he couldn’t any longer.
gatekeeper of an endless war
where lines between right and wrong
don't exist anymore
