DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
He waited, composed and patient, while she took it all in. It was lengthy, and there was more to it all – amplified with a sigh following, and the slight furrowing of his brows. Frustrated as a whole for Hotaru, who’d gone through constant, consistent trauma within Helovia, and only to be caught in its midst once more. “Yes, from what I understand.” Long discussions about her deserving far, far better than the likes of fools who continually made the same mistakes – and maybe it would stick this time. “Working at the spa. Intends to go forward with building hot springs,” which caused the faintest, nostalgic grin.
They walked down another portion of the street where the stalls began to dissipate, dusk falling closer and closer on the horizon. “I went to see Sunjata. I am certain you can imagine my rage.” The smile turned into a smirk, but she’d know – the layers of contempt, of loathing, of abhorrence eternally stored and bound for adversaries, enemies, and other abysmal creatures. “The child was already there. So I did not take the vengeance I wanted.” No action; but words upon words upon words of his derision, his sedition, his anger, his wrath. Let the Flood feel the enmity eternally coiled and bound in his flesh and bone. Would that be enough?
They walked down another portion of the street where the stalls began to dissipate, dusk falling closer and closer on the horizon. “I went to see Sunjata. I am certain you can imagine my rage.” The smile turned into a smirk, but she’d know – the layers of contempt, of loathing, of abhorrence eternally stored and bound for adversaries, enemies, and other abysmal creatures. “The child was already there. So I did not take the vengeance I wanted.” No action; but words upon words upon words of his derision, his sedition, his anger, his wrath. Let the Flood feel the enmity eternally coiled and bound in his flesh and bone. Would that be enough?
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
