DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
If the Sword wasn’t walking on a knife’s edge, he may have done more than just simply note Seren’s relief in Sah’s wellbeing (a joke, an arch of a brow, something to offset all the other multitudes), but his heart wasn’t in it. Too busy fighting over the platitudes of a surface of the unknown; cold and fractured, uncertain what feelings even clouded over his brow now. Disappointment? Confusion? None of it really made sense and he could only stand there amongst a field of flowers, utterly lost.
Leniency on the Glacier was something they could both agree on, and he broke his stoicism with a general nod. Their temperance and lack of violence hadn’t been granted or given in return; but he didn’t know where that left things either. Morgan returned to her reign, Neron likely at her side. What about everyone else?
As for where he was staying, none of that had really been puzzled out either. Spur of the moment reflections, rather than anything calculated. Unlike him, but given the circumstances, he hadn’t had much time to parse through any other particulars save for survival. “The Wilds.” Here, there, and everywhere; sometimes shifted, a predator roosting in the trees, companions down below, some level of sanctity and safety he’d only ever experienced as a refugee. “Noah was hurt, but Zuriel healed him. I have not seen Ru yet, though I suspect she is in the Greatwood.” Secure too, if she was under Remi’s care.
A pause, and then some thoughts for her. "What does this mean for your task?"
Leniency on the Glacier was something they could both agree on, and he broke his stoicism with a general nod. Their temperance and lack of violence hadn’t been granted or given in return; but he didn’t know where that left things either. Morgan returned to her reign, Neron likely at her side. What about everyone else?
As for where he was staying, none of that had really been puzzled out either. Spur of the moment reflections, rather than anything calculated. Unlike him, but given the circumstances, he hadn’t had much time to parse through any other particulars save for survival. “The Wilds.” Here, there, and everywhere; sometimes shifted, a predator roosting in the trees, companions down below, some level of sanctity and safety he’d only ever experienced as a refugee. “Noah was hurt, but Zuriel healed him. I have not seen Ru yet, though I suspect she is in the Greatwood.” Secure too, if she was under Remi’s care.
A pause, and then some thoughts for her. "What does this mean for your task?"
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
