DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos didn’t have the ability to forget faces and names deceased, perished, and gone. He carried them on broad shoulders and taut, rigid spines, along his ribcage, through his blackened, nefarious heart – their memories, the moments he saw them last, things likely meant to be buried alongside their forms. Ghosts, fragments, wraiths, filaments; all held in his grasp, amongst and amidst the multiple lives he’d led. Perhaps that was why they impacted him so, because each was one more to add to the dominions of slaughter and devastation. So he could only nod at her implications, intending to commit actions for her citizens – and sometimes it was all they could do.
Try.
He didn’t want to insinuate what his latest attempts had done.
The Sword’s eyes lowered again, back to his task, allowing the creation contortions to once more fold over stitching, mend broken coils back together, frayed strands spiraled back into whole measures. “Evie is our new Queen.” Perhaps they knew one another already, considering Amalia’s sister had been training in Halo for a while. And fatalities…the clench in his jaw feathered, then tapered away, a breath long and slow following the unwinding factions. “Not many. But the losses were felt just the same.” Monumental – with Rexanna’s demise. “Thank you for taking in some of ours. How did Halo prevail?” Kiada had given him some of the news in letter form, but there were other enigmas and pathways.
Per her following statement, he looked up once more. Ordinarily he might refuse, content to leave the entire day to disassemble and reassemble everything along the grounds, just to occupy his restless mind. But he couldn’t afford such amounts of time dispersed, too many other things to do and comply with, so he nodded in gratitude and acknowledgment, allowed a choice. “You can help repair the targets, or pick up the scattered weapons.” His gaze went to the pools settled along the grass. “I will take care of the water.” Excessive from thawing snow, collecting in low spots of the field. With little thought or machinations, the puddles rose on his predilection and control, droplets cascading, collecting, until they evaporated into nothingness.
Try.
He didn’t want to insinuate what his latest attempts had done.
The Sword’s eyes lowered again, back to his task, allowing the creation contortions to once more fold over stitching, mend broken coils back together, frayed strands spiraled back into whole measures. “Evie is our new Queen.” Perhaps they knew one another already, considering Amalia’s sister had been training in Halo for a while. And fatalities…the clench in his jaw feathered, then tapered away, a breath long and slow following the unwinding factions. “Not many. But the losses were felt just the same.” Monumental – with Rexanna’s demise. “Thank you for taking in some of ours. How did Halo prevail?” Kiada had given him some of the news in letter form, but there were other enigmas and pathways.
Per her following statement, he looked up once more. Ordinarily he might refuse, content to leave the entire day to disassemble and reassemble everything along the grounds, just to occupy his restless mind. But he couldn’t afford such amounts of time dispersed, too many other things to do and comply with, so he nodded in gratitude and acknowledgment, allowed a choice. “You can help repair the targets, or pick up the scattered weapons.” His gaze went to the pools settled along the grass. “I will take care of the water.” Excessive from thawing snow, collecting in low spots of the field. With little thought or machinations, the puddles rose on his predilection and control, droplets cascading, collecting, until they evaporated into nothingness.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
