DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos’ incantation talents were rendered once more into far more useful accord; his eyes only drifting slightly over to Noah to watch the rest of the proceedings. It seemed the choice made earlier had been the right one; there was no way he would’ve handled things as well or smoothly as the hunter.
So when Morgan and Aisha returned, they were ready to carry on – a figment where he probably only needed to utilize his strength, brawn, and might. The Sword followed through on similar motions, grabbing hold of another wheelbarrow, ensuring it was filled with the mixture, and maneuvering it over to pour, smooth, and level out.
On notions of what was contained in his pocket, on the off chance it was one of theirs, he rumbled along the motions and movements. “Did any of you lose a knife? I found one while I was moving the snow.”
--
Deimos takes another wheelbarrow full of concrete mix to pour and smooth out!
So when Morgan and Aisha returned, they were ready to carry on – a figment where he probably only needed to utilize his strength, brawn, and might. The Sword followed through on similar motions, grabbing hold of another wheelbarrow, ensuring it was filled with the mixture, and maneuvering it over to pour, smooth, and level out.
On notions of what was contained in his pocket, on the off chance it was one of theirs, he rumbled along the motions and movements. “Did any of you lose a knife? I found one while I was moving the snow.”
--
Deimos takes another wheelbarrow full of concrete mix to pour and smooth out!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
