DEIMOS
An intermingling of confusion contorted around his furrowed brows as the evidence of Glas’s interests didn’t seem to finagle through his own life. Why else orchestrate, sketch, and design the instruments, if he didn’t intend to wield them? Perhaps there were other circumstances around the notions and semblances, too much he wouldn’t be able to fathom or understand, this monolith who contorted and created based on needs, defenses, and sieges. And then he shrugged, the uncertainty weighing, and the lanterns remaining, sturdy and stalwart along the table. “Never too late to try.” If those were the semblances holding the crafter back.
Then he rose from the table, hands moving to grasp the shards of his heart, the daggers at his throat, the way he was constantly reminded not to live for ghosts, but the ache never quite dulling. “Thank you for the company.” An honest, quiet, acceptance and truth, eyes wandering away from their adornments, and back to the younger individual. “It kept my mind… mostly off of things.” Because they’d always be there, in some measure. But he’d try to maneuver them closer to his heart, instead of bleeding into his brain, languishing and anguishing there. “Is there anything you require?” Otherwise, they could both be on their ways.
Then he rose from the table, hands moving to grasp the shards of his heart, the daggers at his throat, the way he was constantly reminded not to live for ghosts, but the ache never quite dulling. “Thank you for the company.” An honest, quiet, acceptance and truth, eyes wandering away from their adornments, and back to the younger individual. “It kept my mind… mostly off of things.” Because they’d always be there, in some measure. But he’d try to maneuver them closer to his heart, instead of bleeding into his brain, languishing and anguishing there. “Is there anything you require?” Otherwise, they could both be on their ways.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
