DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Sharing burdens was one more aspect he’d failed at – an occasional glance into the turmoils and tribulations grinding down across broad shoulders and mantled brawn – but nothing more. Too easy to choke on them, rather than appeal for assistance; for everyone else labored and toiled, for everyone else loved and lost, for everyone else sought refuges and shelter. He offered the latter profusely, constantly, and didn’t expect it from anyone in return. Another cog in the machine of his existence – and it would take some time to render the lacerations mended, stitched, reborn, given into the resurrection title he often forgot.
But he did trust Ru. Kiada. Aisha. Morgan. Noah. Chulane. Scores of others pressed in amongst the worlds. Hordes more that didn’t meet the expectations, that earned his nonchalance and reticence, the silence, the stillness, the vehemence cloaked and mettled underneath. “I can try,” he offered with a weak smile she likely couldn’t see – same words and designations – because he didn’t want to make promises, vows, and assurances he couldn’t keep. “It is another thing I have to learn.” Independence, self-reliance, factions that he’d built ramparts and fortifications from ages before, and pulling the arcane, primordial facets apart was all the more painful, all the more agonizing, than it’d ever been constructing them. A whole new education for the Sword.
The General shifted slightly under her ministrations, relaxed once more under the attention, extended another laugh that pressed into the table’s surface. To be fair, Halo likely had some fools she could find – but that was beyond the point he was trying to make. So he let that one drift, casting it aloft and out, and not intending to sully the relaxing composition of this imposed vacation, he relented on telling the stories – for now. “Correct.” She’d known them well enough, anyway. “I will not ruin it then.” He could only begin to surmise how her conversation with Nate had been held and cobbled together; if his had been anything to go by.
Thereafter, the beast thought to argue her not flexible point, then realized with his bulk and figure, she was probably correct, so he closed his mouth at the outset of the pending quarrel. “I will listen,” he teased, wrinkling his nose slightly, piercing eyes flickering shut once more as he eased, and finally began to truly unwind.
But he did trust Ru. Kiada. Aisha. Morgan. Noah. Chulane. Scores of others pressed in amongst the worlds. Hordes more that didn’t meet the expectations, that earned his nonchalance and reticence, the silence, the stillness, the vehemence cloaked and mettled underneath. “I can try,” he offered with a weak smile she likely couldn’t see – same words and designations – because he didn’t want to make promises, vows, and assurances he couldn’t keep. “It is another thing I have to learn.” Independence, self-reliance, factions that he’d built ramparts and fortifications from ages before, and pulling the arcane, primordial facets apart was all the more painful, all the more agonizing, than it’d ever been constructing them. A whole new education for the Sword.
The General shifted slightly under her ministrations, relaxed once more under the attention, extended another laugh that pressed into the table’s surface. To be fair, Halo likely had some fools she could find – but that was beyond the point he was trying to make. So he let that one drift, casting it aloft and out, and not intending to sully the relaxing composition of this imposed vacation, he relented on telling the stories – for now. “Correct.” She’d known them well enough, anyway. “I will not ruin it then.” He could only begin to surmise how her conversation with Nate had been held and cobbled together; if his had been anything to go by.
Thereafter, the beast thought to argue her not flexible point, then realized with his bulk and figure, she was probably correct, so he closed his mouth at the outset of the pending quarrel. “I will listen,” he teased, wrinkling his nose slightly, piercing eyes flickering shut once more as he eased, and finally began to truly unwind.
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
