[se] of fire in my lungs
For Chulane!
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
General of Halo

Age: 27 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 12 - Strg: 38 - Dext: 38 - Endr: 40 - Luck: 38
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It was tiring, year after year after year, to make lanterns for the dead.

Not in the laborious aspect, but in the heart-wrenching, exhausting modicums, when he was forced to remember, to recall, the echoes of final breaths, the chilling, bone-crushing weight of an abyss he’d yet to follow them into. Seasons before had been fringes and vestiges of kinship and camaraderie, and this one threatened to split him apart. A hallmark of his failures, of loss, loss, loss, where he hadn’t been able to prevent any of it, again and again. Why he thought he’d have a hand in shielding, in guarding, was a mystery, when all he’d ever been capable of was unleashing spans of demolition, watching the world crack, fizzle, at his feet.

He could mourn for eternities, if permitted. Sometimes it felt like he had anyway.

The Sword stared over the long table at his disposal within the front parlor of the barracks, where he would’ve planned, would’ve sketched, would’ve diagrammed. Instead, his eyes were filled with the figments of two lanterns; the bases constructed, the rest of the materials in place, ready for him to place, to construct, to further render it reality. They couldn’t come back. He couldn’t meet them yet. They’d gone before him, much as he’d done to them in a prior life; placed his bones in the sides of mountains and then could do naught else as the realms careened, crashed, and splintered away.

Zuriel glanced at him from her place at the hearth; he could feel the eyes upon him, watching, waiting, for him to fracture again. Instead, he’d sent notes to Chulane, to let him know he was ready, if the other man was, to begin in the finality. To maneuver the pieces, to move onward, to establish some semblance of existing without them – for now.
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