DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
The last of its remains coiled back into cinders and broken filaments; bursting, then fading into nothingness. The ash was spread along the wind, churned over and back into the void, across intricacies of snow and ice. Not to be remembered at all – for it’d been inanimate and nothing, truly. Just a physical representation of what she might see, between the covers of darkness and invisible claws, reaching, reaching, reaching, for those still amongst and amidst the living.
He inclined his head at her words, as everything else settled into dust, for now, for the moment. She could make an effort for herself too – but if the world called upon her bravery and stalwart bounds, then so be it. His memories would easily go forth into those lost – Rexanna, first and foremost, and all the other ones nestled in between, like Cera, who’d known too little too late, or the other hordes who’d hadn’t understood what LongNight conveyed until they were vanquished and gone. “A worthy goal,” he amended, permitted half a smile.
He wondered what would count for success. The level of Pyrrhic victory meant to settle into livelihoods.
“You cannot rest until you hunt your dragons anyway,” and the Sword shrugged, muffling a light laugh, before maneuvering once more, and placing more artifacts back where they belonged.
He inclined his head at her words, as everything else settled into dust, for now, for the moment. She could make an effort for herself too – but if the world called upon her bravery and stalwart bounds, then so be it. His memories would easily go forth into those lost – Rexanna, first and foremost, and all the other ones nestled in between, like Cera, who’d known too little too late, or the other hordes who’d hadn’t understood what LongNight conveyed until they were vanquished and gone. “A worthy goal,” he amended, permitted half a smile.
He wondered what would count for success. The level of Pyrrhic victory meant to settle into livelihoods.
“You cannot rest until you hunt your dragons anyway,” and the Sword shrugged, muffling a light laugh, before maneuvering once more, and placing more artifacts back where they belonged.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
