maybe rage will lift me up

DEIMOS

the resurrected sword

Another rope knotted together, old soldier predilections tethering the lines together, instilling the notion that all their hard work wouldn’t come to nothing, listening as he seemed to inspire rounds of amusement. His gestures of joy or exultation had been few and far between lately, so he allowed it to pass through the senses with more vibrancy, before it pooled and cooled away, thoughts immersing elsewhere.

A quest from Safrin for protection during Flowerbirth sounded noteworthy, worlds and lands undertaking what they could, with what they had. Perhaps it was miniscule and nothing in comparison to deeds and conducts of war, but they were also striving to uphold some acts of fortifications, some ramparts, some decrees that these worlds wouldn’t be so helpless, so immersed into the drawn blades, into the hapless void, if everything came to fruition. A brow threatened to twitch upward at the semblance of lava octopi; not bothering to hazard a guess because quite frankly the notion of some fiery beast didn’t really surprise him anymore. “Sounds tough.” Another snicker, at the indication and semblance of partying. “At least you do not have the LongNight monsters.”

under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed