DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The Sword would have preferred to wallow, brood, and mope for the better part of the day; reel in his frustrations, in his anger, in the course of all the failures beating and bleeding down the back of his skull. A retreat back into himself, where the fortresses were massive and the walls were infinite, and he could take a moment to breathe. But Seren kept pressing, kept making him mull and peruse and machinate; and whether this was good or bad might have been something to muse about later. Regardless, it didn’t permit him to sink any further, and he could stave off the exhaustion in his bones for a few more instigating hours. His vocals were flat and neutral still; no rise to anger, as he’d always been somewhat of a controlled, patient individual, but the notion of Torchline gave him pause.
It’d been the justification of their pettiness and vengeance, and if it weren’t for Aurelia, they might’ve been able to proceed further. Though he had no qualms to working with the Fireheart, Hotaru did. It might’ve been something for Noah to muddle through, though the misgivings laden in his jaw pulsed and reverberated, sent out into the autumn air. “But this will also force Torchline to make a stand. To choose.” Some weren’t ready for that. Another sigh flickered through, and he had half a notion to hide behind his hands, or to lean back against the bench and fade off.
He still didn’t agree with the sentiments of using Seren as a trade-off, and let it sit in the tethers and lines, rather than comment further. Instead, it was the inquiry that made him lean forward, elbows on thighs, a quiet, muffled, choked laugh behind his teeth. His affinity for Halo had begun with the Aurora Basin, and though they would never be the same, the mountains were in his blood, in his bones, from lifetimes ago. “The mageglass, when you can find it.” And then came the rest, in between pauses of breath; hushed reflection on why he’d always strived to remain in its keep. “A strong, formidable, independent people. And while the predators are vicious, their hides, meat, and bones are valuable.” For trade, for bartering, for those who yearned for furs and multitudes of tools. “The Citadel is shielded to ensure no one freezes within its sanction. And we have a greenhouse now, to keep ourselves in constant supply.” So when Deepfrost locked it all away, it was still safe, still secure, still capable of fending off the void. “And a great many mysteries yet to be unraveled there.” A fond smile had formed somewhere in between, but it lingered listlessly now; uncertain, unsure.
It’d been the justification of their pettiness and vengeance, and if it weren’t for Aurelia, they might’ve been able to proceed further. Though he had no qualms to working with the Fireheart, Hotaru did. It might’ve been something for Noah to muddle through, though the misgivings laden in his jaw pulsed and reverberated, sent out into the autumn air. “But this will also force Torchline to make a stand. To choose.” Some weren’t ready for that. Another sigh flickered through, and he had half a notion to hide behind his hands, or to lean back against the bench and fade off.
He still didn’t agree with the sentiments of using Seren as a trade-off, and let it sit in the tethers and lines, rather than comment further. Instead, it was the inquiry that made him lean forward, elbows on thighs, a quiet, muffled, choked laugh behind his teeth. His affinity for Halo had begun with the Aurora Basin, and though they would never be the same, the mountains were in his blood, in his bones, from lifetimes ago. “The mageglass, when you can find it.” And then came the rest, in between pauses of breath; hushed reflection on why he’d always strived to remain in its keep. “A strong, formidable, independent people. And while the predators are vicious, their hides, meat, and bones are valuable.” For trade, for bartering, for those who yearned for furs and multitudes of tools. “The Citadel is shielded to ensure no one freezes within its sanction. And we have a greenhouse now, to keep ourselves in constant supply.” So when Deepfrost locked it all away, it was still safe, still secure, still capable of fending off the void. “And a great many mysteries yet to be unraveled there.” A fond smile had formed somewhere in between, but it lingered listlessly now; uncertain, unsure.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
