DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Another round of laughter resounded from him; the notion of drunken antics was all the more amusing too – even if he could probably drink her under the table. The challenge and provocations was there anyway. “A few days,” he considered, ignoring the itch of irritation at the mere sentiment of some other level of vacation; but if they both needed it, he could relent a little.
In some brotherly accord, he aimed to shove her away and off, snorting wickedly, wildly, with his arm maneuvering, hastening her retreat from the dismal clouds and wavering moods. “Does not matter,” for he had no preference and would take whatever was available, already maneuvering across the room, regathering his supplies, intending to change and return to normal semblances. His mind was already rapidly motioning into calculations regarding the springs. “What were you thinking?” Calling and catching up, heralding the pathways back to normalcy. They’d find themselves along the way.
{FIN}
In some brotherly accord, he aimed to shove her away and off, snorting wickedly, wildly, with his arm maneuvering, hastening her retreat from the dismal clouds and wavering moods. “Does not matter,” for he had no preference and would take whatever was available, already maneuvering across the room, regathering his supplies, intending to change and return to normal semblances. His mind was already rapidly motioning into calculations regarding the springs. “What were you thinking?” Calling and catching up, heralding the pathways back to normalcy. They’d find themselves along the way.
{FIN}
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
