DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
A semblance of complacency – used to the factors, to the traditional roles, the way things had always been. Sometimes customs, practices, and conventions made sense; sometimes the observances had become primeval and disastrous things, as multitudes of people grew, changed, altered, and evolved. What happened when worlds and lands didn’t adapt with them?
He might’ve snorted at the way her brows furrowed if the topic wasn’t so serious – waging a little narrowing of his eyes as he stared at the ground. His speculations could only go so far – with no access to Stormbreak (and quite frankly it didn’t sound like a place he’d enjoy anyway); but her discernments seemed to cease. The Sword mustered half a smile, and probably a snort, at her inquiry. “Depends on what your ideas are.” Cautious even more so now, considering the amount of trials and tribulations he’d already placed upon his shoulders.
He might’ve snorted at the way her brows furrowed if the topic wasn’t so serious – waging a little narrowing of his eyes as he stared at the ground. His speculations could only go so far – with no access to Stormbreak (and quite frankly it didn’t sound like a place he’d enjoy anyway); but her discernments seemed to cease. The Sword mustered half a smile, and probably a snort, at her inquiry. “Depends on what your ideas are.” Cautious even more so now, considering the amount of trials and tribulations he’d already placed upon his shoulders.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
