DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His obnoxious efforts thwarted, the Sword only managed a snort before motioning, maneuvering, away from the stone bench, needing to move, restless with other semblances on his mind. Perhaps her efforts had done some amount of good, where he was no longer tracing after doldrums, melancholy, and failure. Things to be done. Things to be sorted. Information to be passed around, pooled together, to see what they could come up with. “I am considering gathering those who still want to be a part of our cause.” He inclined his features back towards her, with his signature arched brow. “And figuring out where to go from here.” How, and what they could do – if they truly weren’t out of it yet. “You are welcome to attend, if it interests you.”
Thereafter, then he could pass along notes and letters.
Thereafter, then he could pass along notes and letters.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
