DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
I remember. came on a chiseled tone, on a deepening rumble, on a narrowing of his eyes. Cold-blooded, stone-effacing, as if carved from slate itself, and he didn’t move a single muscle. Presence was enough.
His mind contorted back into those moments of fire and brimstone, of Belial’s sights pinpointed on a dying Atlas, the flare of Hotaru’s grief overlaid the proportions of flame. Of months before, when he’d aided Aurelia in similar incantations, as they trained along pools and haphazardly rampaged through jungle warrens. Of eons and cycles pressed over the wake of the earth, and a sense of raw bitterness embedded between all of them.
He didn’t care about her ire piercing through – not really. Not now. Not so long after. Not when they’d lost it all. Not when there’d been so many other summits to climb and spiral downwards. And what did I do against you? Not a god damned thing, though he wondered if she’d press enough to warrant it. I warned Sunjata many times not to hurt her. And still, it hadn’t mattered.
The Sword’s stare flickered away, back to the layers of water, back to the filaments of mist. If it helps in your anger, it led me to losing everything I had worked for. He didn’t square his glance back upon her, losing it to the haze, never backing away from his position along the stones. Why did you kill her companion?
His mind contorted back into those moments of fire and brimstone, of Belial’s sights pinpointed on a dying Atlas, the flare of Hotaru’s grief overlaid the proportions of flame. Of months before, when he’d aided Aurelia in similar incantations, as they trained along pools and haphazardly rampaged through jungle warrens. Of eons and cycles pressed over the wake of the earth, and a sense of raw bitterness embedded between all of them.
He didn’t care about her ire piercing through – not really. Not now. Not so long after. Not when they’d lost it all. Not when there’d been so many other summits to climb and spiral downwards. And what did I do against you? Not a god damned thing, though he wondered if she’d press enough to warrant it. I warned Sunjata many times not to hurt her. And still, it hadn’t mattered.
The Sword’s stare flickered away, back to the layers of water, back to the filaments of mist. If it helps in your anger, it led me to losing everything I had worked for. He didn’t square his glance back upon her, losing it to the haze, never backing away from his position along the stones. Why did you kill her companion?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
