DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos, of course, did not come from the Council Hall. He wasn’t even remotely near his office (because he avoided it at all costs), but within the confines of the barracks, once more delivering instruction into training regimes. He only oversaw a few multitudes and rotations before assigning the tasks to another formidable soldier, duties stretching along the indicated time that Morgan would be meeting with the rest of the assembled to lay out of the foundations of the greenhouse. Zuriel trailed alongside, leaving Belial to float above and harass other warriors.
He wound his long hair off his shoulders, placed furs back on, and carried on along the Citadel grounds, the unicorn doing the same in swift strides and measures, until he noted the gathered amidst the chosen area, settled into their spaces. Workers, some familiar, some not, hastened around, and then he offered a nod towards Morgan, Noah, and any others coming towards the same intrepid notions.
He wound his long hair off his shoulders, placed furs back on, and carried on along the Citadel grounds, the unicorn doing the same in swift strides and measures, until he noted the gathered amidst the chosen area, settled into their spaces. Workers, some familiar, some not, hastened around, and then he offered a nod towards Morgan, Noah, and any others coming towards the same intrepid notions.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
