DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The nothingness in the response, or the choice of words, caused him to briefly narrow his eyes. A manner of deflection in the weight of naught – and having been a taciturn individual with his own ability to divert measures, he took it for what it was worth. He wouldn’t make something out of it for now, letting the contemplations and considerations rest in his mind, to circumvent, to maul, to calculate at his leisure; considering Nate likely wouldn’t permit the actual information preside. “No sudden leviathan appearances then?” Breaking away from the scoffing, the degree of arch in his brows not spelling out suspicions; the assemblage of liked individuals, but probably on opposing sides.
Except he was willing to aid and assist in the bizarre intermingling of these hours and days; the hopeful destruction of the Voice not catered to a majority of her subjects. They wandered further and further, over the outcropping of the docks, away from crowds and hordes of people, and as he stepped across wooden boards and down into the dunes, he didn’t expect the sincerity or appreciation. And as normal, the Sword didn’t know what to do with it – the primordial years of presuming he didn’t deserve it eternally resting across his shoulders. But he nodded, taking it for what it was worth. “You are welcome.” And then the other nuances, figments, and fractions, of what his creation emblems could fathom, attempt, and strive to do. “What was your idea?”
Except he was willing to aid and assist in the bizarre intermingling of these hours and days; the hopeful destruction of the Voice not catered to a majority of her subjects. They wandered further and further, over the outcropping of the docks, away from crowds and hordes of people, and as he stepped across wooden boards and down into the dunes, he didn’t expect the sincerity or appreciation. And as normal, the Sword didn’t know what to do with it – the primordial years of presuming he didn’t deserve it eternally resting across his shoulders. But he nodded, taking it for what it was worth. “You are welcome.” And then the other nuances, figments, and fractions, of what his creation emblems could fathom, attempt, and strive to do. “What was your idea?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
