Deimos
THE RESURRECTED SWORD
How did you survive? they ask
How long did you suffer?
how dark did they tint your dreams?Gathered together, with tensions high and wounds scarring, tearing, or waiting for the next blow, there wasn’t much else to do but move along.
His eyes went to Amalia instantly, and then away, maneuvering ahead of the bizarre band, apprehensive for everyone, holding and steeling himself, forging along as best he could. Moving forward, moving forward, moving forward, when no one had time to breathe. To think. To feel.
Beyond, beyond, beyond, and the unknown beckoned and clawed – and he began to head right toward the storm, marching directly into tempestuous edges, as if he’d done it all his life. Maybe he had. It was too early, too soon, to draw up a shield, when he wasn't certain what they'd find. A meandering of curiosity now, instead.
Be mindful. Concentrate. Focus. Keep a sharp watch. He didn’t want to have to say it out loud, but it drummed anyway, a force of nature clambering before them. “Be careful. Let us all know if you spot anything.” Hear anything. Feel anything. He hitched the bag over his shoulder again, ensuring everything was still on his person, and Zuriel clipped behind.
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Deimos and Zuriel move towards the storm.
His eyes went to Amalia instantly, and then away, maneuvering ahead of the bizarre band, apprehensive for everyone, holding and steeling himself, forging along as best he could. Moving forward, moving forward, moving forward, when no one had time to breathe. To think. To feel.
Beyond, beyond, beyond, and the unknown beckoned and clawed – and he began to head right toward the storm, marching directly into tempestuous edges, as if he’d done it all his life. Maybe he had. It was too early, too soon, to draw up a shield, when he wasn't certain what they'd find. A meandering of curiosity now, instead.
Be mindful. Concentrate. Focus. Keep a sharp watch. He didn’t want to have to say it out loud, but it drummed anyway, a force of nature clambering before them. “Be careful. Let us all know if you spot anything.” Hear anything. Feel anything. He hitched the bag over his shoulder again, ensuring everything was still on his person, and Zuriel clipped behind.
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Deimos and Zuriel move towards the storm.
- until you had blood glistening on your teeth
- until your suffering paled in comparison to their own
- until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams
