DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Logs rolled out while machinations continued to form – lifting his head briefly to Cordelia, arching a brow as it was clear calculations were rendering in the scope of his mind again. “Would it be best to come from you – as a concerned citizen? As someone who was impacted by the violence?” Instead of either the Sword or the Sentinel, given their prior movements? It was a question voiced out-loud for the rest of them, uncertain which path would be best – but Cordelia would be considered far more of a neutral party than either of the two men.
Maneuvering the wood, settling back into his work, intending to at least complete this portion before the sun went down, they clambered back and forth over a series of rallying efforts. Eventually, the lumber was ready to be laid out, cut and split apart, taken into strides of shelter expanse. “All right,” he murmured, furrowing his brow, glancing over what they had. “Can you hold these steady,” and he indicated a few logs with his hands to both of them, “and I can piece them together.”
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Hold the logs down and we’ll get these floors done!
Maneuvering the wood, settling back into his work, intending to at least complete this portion before the sun went down, they clambered back and forth over a series of rallying efforts. Eventually, the lumber was ready to be laid out, cut and split apart, taken into strides of shelter expanse. “All right,” he murmured, furrowing his brow, glancing over what they had. “Can you hold these steady,” and he indicated a few logs with his hands to both of them, “and I can piece them together.”
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Hold the logs down and we’ll get these floors done!
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
