DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Winter descended and cascaded; and while it wasn’t the residual layer upon layer, ice upon ice, fortitude of Halo, it was certainly enough to ensure the season was here. The crunch under his boots was welcome, a round of contentment in putting furs back on, in something that felt normal amidst everything else unsettled and misshapen.
He’d already made a sled by the time Noah and Cordelia came around to the fields, tucked against a woodline, away from undulating barrows, deep in its own hollow of the valley – unseen, untouched, quiet and hushed, perfected for those that simply didn’t want to be bothered while they schemed, reflected, and poised themselves for multitudes of machinations. There were several pieces of parchment in his hands, scrawl neat and refined as he’d worked out several possibilities of their sanctuaries, and preparations for LongNight, amidst what they wanted to store, and where.
His eyes turned to both, striving to affix somewhat of a smile along his mouth, as if there’d be some semblance of fun instead of refugee abyss. “I made a rough outline of shelters we may want, but let me know if you have some other ideas,” and here he passed them around, waiting for a decision to be made. Foremost, and what he thought might be most beneficial, were a series of cabins, lined with rocks on the outside, smooth, wooden floors, and snow moss, with little hearths either inside or out along the elements. Food storage could be frozen proportions, bent through his magic, with another range of parameters. “We can haul some wood out and get started on the floors today.” He waited for their input, before arranging everything for the sled.
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1. Noah
2. Cordelia
Let’s go find and haul some wood!
He’d already made a sled by the time Noah and Cordelia came around to the fields, tucked against a woodline, away from undulating barrows, deep in its own hollow of the valley – unseen, untouched, quiet and hushed, perfected for those that simply didn’t want to be bothered while they schemed, reflected, and poised themselves for multitudes of machinations. There were several pieces of parchment in his hands, scrawl neat and refined as he’d worked out several possibilities of their sanctuaries, and preparations for LongNight, amidst what they wanted to store, and where.
His eyes turned to both, striving to affix somewhat of a smile along his mouth, as if there’d be some semblance of fun instead of refugee abyss. “I made a rough outline of shelters we may want, but let me know if you have some other ideas,” and here he passed them around, waiting for a decision to be made. Foremost, and what he thought might be most beneficial, were a series of cabins, lined with rocks on the outside, smooth, wooden floors, and snow moss, with little hearths either inside or out along the elements. Food storage could be frozen proportions, bent through his magic, with another range of parameters. “We can haul some wood out and get started on the floors today.” He waited for their input, before arranging everything for the sled.
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1. Noah
2. Cordelia
Let’s go find and haul some wood!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
