DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
“There are quite a few living in delusion then.” A vicious snort, that might’ve encompassed a laugh if he wasn’t so hellbent on other conjectures, rallied through. Expressions of neutrality and impartiality still persisted, winding along and through, despite a great many not understanding the weight of the world. While Safrin had long since laid claim to the Torchline region, through Sunjata and his efforts, and now the pair of Queens, he’d heard no official standpoint. Perhaps it went unsaid, spoken into the land, much like the Grounds and their dedication of Ascended, assembling a fortress, battening down the hatches. But he nodded at her considerations, some efforts already put in place as far as information gathering. “Sah and Cordelia were meeting with the Queens. I am waiting to hear back on how that went.” And then maybe they could go from there with mending.
Staring out over the expanse, into greenery and blooms again, his eyes only motioned back to her on another snort, the inklings of what might have been a following grin. “Sorry not all regions can be so extravagant,” clearly meant to be a joke, but his brows knitted together again at her insinuation of that damned school. “A magic academy. Created by Zariah,” and he didn’t bother hiding his eyeroll at that offensive namesake. “When she died, it was passed onto her son. But it has not been in use since.” There’d been a multitude of times where he’d stared at it and contemplated burning the whole thing down out of spite and pettiness, but they all knew where those parameters tended to angle. “It was a bit marred by her reputation, and I do not know if it was operational anymore. But I cannot see why something like that could not be started again.” How many times had he taught, instructed, and wielded his incantations to educate his fellow Abandoned?
Staring out over the expanse, into greenery and blooms again, his eyes only motioned back to her on another snort, the inklings of what might have been a following grin. “Sorry not all regions can be so extravagant,” clearly meant to be a joke, but his brows knitted together again at her insinuation of that damned school. “A magic academy. Created by Zariah,” and he didn’t bother hiding his eyeroll at that offensive namesake. “When she died, it was passed onto her son. But it has not been in use since.” There’d been a multitude of times where he’d stared at it and contemplated burning the whole thing down out of spite and pettiness, but they all knew where those parameters tended to angle. “It was a bit marred by her reputation, and I do not know if it was operational anymore. But I cannot see why something like that could not be started again.” How many times had he taught, instructed, and wielded his incantations to educate his fellow Abandoned?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
