Deimos
He grabbed hold of another, stabbing it upon the tines as he might’ve done ages ago to enemies, ensuring it held fast, while he bent it towards the flames, rotating gracefully. A diligent and dangerous poise to his perfections, to his dastardly wake, and even in the eyeroll as Hotaru gave her child blame. His eyes flickered back down to the embers and cinders, to the ash already rumbling through, to the bottom of the brazier, to the way worlds and seasons shifted. Leafchange. Leafchange brought faith in souls departed. In the crinkling of colder air, in the promise of winter, in the shades of ends and beginnings. Suiting, perhaps, that new life could be brought within those sanctions – over and over and over again.
If he had any misgivings about it, he said nothing.
The Sword’s eyes lifted once he’d finished the second marshmallow and its gilded filaments, leaning back into his chair, feet still propped, still at ease; spine not rigid, the earth not poised to strike them down now. At her suggestion, he did rally a snort. “A spooky story.” What a way to start off into the void – on echoes and fringes of horror. “I can do my best,” which may not be much, both of them knowing his propensity for concise layers.
But the deep rumble was there, coinciding with his memories, picking away at the lacquer long since instilled in lives worth living. “There was once a realm in the forest, beside the crashing waves. Cliffs that endured, mists in glades.” It only seemed fitting that he start with the Edge. “One day a gold dragon came to the people living there, demanding the land, despite claiming peace. For this kingdom was beheld by the moon, and she wanted it for herself.” A sigh, a twist and a turn from days gone by. “The people said no.”
And that hadn’t mattered either. “So the dragon invaded, and gave no armistice. She took and she took, until she had it all – the moon, the forest, the cliffs, and the waves.” Was it a story of scary twists and turns? No. But it was layered in warnings, and if they listened hard enough they might’ve seen fruition building behind the sentiments, another proportion meant for them. “And the people were forced out of their home.”
His head tilted, pretending as if the tale was over, reaching for a third marshmallow. Maybe there weren't ghosts laden in the tale; but they lived and breathed in his eyes, in his bones, in his wake.
If he had any misgivings about it, he said nothing.
The Sword’s eyes lifted once he’d finished the second marshmallow and its gilded filaments, leaning back into his chair, feet still propped, still at ease; spine not rigid, the earth not poised to strike them down now. At her suggestion, he did rally a snort. “A spooky story.” What a way to start off into the void – on echoes and fringes of horror. “I can do my best,” which may not be much, both of them knowing his propensity for concise layers.
But the deep rumble was there, coinciding with his memories, picking away at the lacquer long since instilled in lives worth living. “There was once a realm in the forest, beside the crashing waves. Cliffs that endured, mists in glades.” It only seemed fitting that he start with the Edge. “One day a gold dragon came to the people living there, demanding the land, despite claiming peace. For this kingdom was beheld by the moon, and she wanted it for herself.” A sigh, a twist and a turn from days gone by. “The people said no.”
And that hadn’t mattered either. “So the dragon invaded, and gave no armistice. She took and she took, until she had it all – the moon, the forest, the cliffs, and the waves.” Was it a story of scary twists and turns? No. But it was layered in warnings, and if they listened hard enough they might’ve seen fruition building behind the sentiments, another proportion meant for them. “And the people were forced out of their home.”
His head tilted, pretending as if the tale was over, reaching for a third marshmallow. Maybe there weren't ghosts laden in the tale; but they lived and breathed in his eyes, in his bones, in his wake.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
