DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword stood, sighed, and didn’t expect the rush, the hug, encompassing and encircling him. Unleashing a feral snort, he permitted it, but remained rigid and composed, because anything else would mean flickering apart into edges and segments he didn’t want to see right now. When she stepped back, his eyes narrowed uncertainly, looking, glancing out over rises of blooms and flowers; brows furrowing, pinching together in their customary wake. “We thought so too.” Stupidly, naively, when he should’ve known better. But how did one prepare for an onslaught they didn’t see coming? The Basin had never been invaded; but the Edge had been – and even then, there hadn’t been much in the way of demolition and defenses. Never quite enough time.
His piercing stare eventually rounded back over to her. “As far as I know, the people still there are safe. Aino, Sah – though he informed me he will be heading to Torchline, to let the leaders know what happened.” To alleviate some worries she might be feeling – if prior senses and conversations still held any meaning.
Another sigh coiled through his chest, because it meant something else didn’t shatter. “There was no time to assemble any preparations. Our presumptions about Morgan’s alliances became very clear.” So that he wouldn’t have to speak the entire time, because some of the measures hurt, his Air manifestations began to pluck at stray petals, so they formed a picture. The towering palace, with its sculpture of white, pristine, stupefying opulence in a city that must’ve abhorred it; leathery wings and massive beasts suddenly upon it. “Morgan and several Ascended came in on a dragon.” Unaware of who embodied that particular shift, he couldn’t give any names for that dominion. “Nate, Neron, and I suspect Wessex.” Strength in power and numbers, over a world that hadn’t yet to fully embody it.
The flowers moved at the twitch of his fingers, at the scourging of his mind. “The dragon attacked the towers. Morgan gave some speech about how she did not want to hurt anyone,” but it hadn’t mattered. The hypocrisy was rampant. “We tried to get the citizens to safety. Noah and Ru surrendered their titles before anything could become too -,” and he cut off there, jaw clenching, fingers curling back into his palms. “And then we had to flee, so we were not imprisoned.” The only depiction he could show was the outline of the Fangs – fire, chakrams, the cutting edge of illusions. A trial and tribulation on its own.
His piercing stare eventually rounded back over to her. “As far as I know, the people still there are safe. Aino, Sah – though he informed me he will be heading to Torchline, to let the leaders know what happened.” To alleviate some worries she might be feeling – if prior senses and conversations still held any meaning.
Another sigh coiled through his chest, because it meant something else didn’t shatter. “There was no time to assemble any preparations. Our presumptions about Morgan’s alliances became very clear.” So that he wouldn’t have to speak the entire time, because some of the measures hurt, his Air manifestations began to pluck at stray petals, so they formed a picture. The towering palace, with its sculpture of white, pristine, stupefying opulence in a city that must’ve abhorred it; leathery wings and massive beasts suddenly upon it. “Morgan and several Ascended came in on a dragon.” Unaware of who embodied that particular shift, he couldn’t give any names for that dominion. “Nate, Neron, and I suspect Wessex.” Strength in power and numbers, over a world that hadn’t yet to fully embody it.
The flowers moved at the twitch of his fingers, at the scourging of his mind. “The dragon attacked the towers. Morgan gave some speech about how she did not want to hurt anyone,” but it hadn’t mattered. The hypocrisy was rampant. “We tried to get the citizens to safety. Noah and Ru surrendered their titles before anything could become too -,” and he cut off there, jaw clenching, fingers curling back into his palms. “And then we had to flee, so we were not imprisoned.” The only depiction he could show was the outline of the Fangs – fire, chakrams, the cutting edge of illusions. A trial and tribulation on its own.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
