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Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#15
We're lost in the space between
who we are and all that we're trying to be

Their attempts to shy away from the melancholy, agonies, and strife didn’t seem to hold for long, and his jawline should’ve ached by the amount of clenching done by ivories, fangs, and bones. His eyes didn’t reach up to hers as she approached; unsaid implications causing a minute flinch through his skin – well aware he hadn’t been enough. The beast could only extend so much comfort, so many emotions, without flinting away, breaking apart himself, and had they been alone, without Chulane standing by, he might’ve done so. But the Sword had been amidst fractures and schisms, closing in on erosion and catastrophe, just as inept, incapable, and ineffectual as before.

His head lowered, gaze staring into the newest hole he’d dug, haunches sitting back along the ground. There’d been no chances, no opportunities, to truly say goodbye to his parents either, save for the notions of going off to war, presuming he’d see them again upon his return – the blissful ignorance of young fools wandering off into the unknown midst, chasing after figments and factions of glory. Then he managed to survive onslaught after onslaught, and they didn’t.

But perhaps Amalia could discuss, converse, about it, far greater than he ever could. Yes, he answered after a pause, dropping another herb to settle into the garden’s threshold. Deimos couldn’t imagine a reason for the Harpy turning the Shield away – moments scattered amidst bakeries, familiar, warm thresholds, safety and shelter in repose. I think she would like to see you. To listen, to share, in sentiments, ruminations, that he had no ability to cast, but she certainly could.

DEIMOS
Stop trying to show how to save our souls
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
Amalia Chandrakant
the Archangel
Baker

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#16
amalia chandrakant
there is a color that shines through your skin
Like the moon on the wind
His approval of the notion lifts a weight off of her; he knows the Harpy more than she, is a fixture while Amalia has only been a new occurrence, a flickering light in her life. Still the Shield cares deeply for Kiada, feels a kinship with the other young woman.

A kinship now made deeper, she supposes, by their shared loss of mothers in the dark.

"I'll have her over." At last the mint is relinquished into the earth, and with it her final anxious note. She had promised joy and brightness, and she means to fulfill that oath. Rising up with a sudden smile, Amalia jerks her head to the bakery. "I'm making lunch. Finish up, and we can start planning our trip."

Something to look forward to, in a time when they keep being forced to look back.

{fin}

the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask
And the rings round your eyes
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