DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
If Seren was finding a method and means of weaponry to her liking, then that was all the better. He eyed the callouses, muffling a laugh, and didn’t bother showing his in return. He was lined with scars, inside and out, and had no need to prove it. “Good.” Wondering if that was a hint that she’d like one made – he arched a brow, and waited for the semblance of the direction, of the inquiry.
But instead, it wound over to bones; huge and weightless. As for recollections of either armor or armaments, Deimos unfortunately always bent entirely to the latter – rarely remembering to wear any protective gear at all, and reliant on his incantations to shield a wider audience and base. Perhaps he should’ve been taking notes; considering he had an inventory’s worth of things that could be anointed or christened in that direction as well. “That depends. What do you have more of now?” He presumed there was a multitude of items and objects on her island, in the midst of safekeeping for whatever she required. It might’ve been wiser to have a balance.
But instead, it wound over to bones; huge and weightless. As for recollections of either armor or armaments, Deimos unfortunately always bent entirely to the latter – rarely remembering to wear any protective gear at all, and reliant on his incantations to shield a wider audience and base. Perhaps he should’ve been taking notes; considering he had an inventory’s worth of things that could be anointed or christened in that direction as well. “That depends. What do you have more of now?” He presumed there was a multitude of items and objects on her island, in the midst of safekeeping for whatever she required. It might’ve been wiser to have a balance.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
