DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Deimos was the last out, and seemingly no worse for wear either. His brow neither furrowed nor arched; impassive, reflective, contemplative as he looked out towards the enduring evening, his mind calling out for his companions. No doubt somewhere in the midst with Cordelia, who’d promised to keep them safe.
A nod was given and granted towards Noah and Finn, listening to Ronin succinctly digest the information from recent violence and vehemence. Before long, Zuriel advanced from wherever she’d been (with a rather nasty look given in his direction, which the Sword would endure with only a slight wrinkle to his nose).
While the unicorn walked promptly over to Remi, a silent offering and bowing of her head to at least mend and soothe some of the damage given in the fight before they all departed, Deimos glanced back at the party. “Was there anything more you needed?” Mainly to the Spyglass; for there were other discourses necessary with Noah.
A nod was given and granted towards Noah and Finn, listening to Ronin succinctly digest the information from recent violence and vehemence. Before long, Zuriel advanced from wherever she’d been (with a rather nasty look given in his direction, which the Sword would endure with only a slight wrinkle to his nose).
While the unicorn walked promptly over to Remi, a silent offering and bowing of her head to at least mend and soothe some of the damage given in the fight before they all departed, Deimos glanced back at the party. “Was there anything more you needed?” Mainly to the Spyglass; for there were other discourses necessary with Noah.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
