DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The flies corresponded to moods, and the shifting configurations presently were downright dismal and rancorous; Deimos was half-surprised to find they weren’t a muddied amber, complete with some embittered press of the earth caving down around them. He breathed, sharpening the air in his lungs so the air wasn’t so muddied and muddled, the frustration reaching its peak, and flowing away from his bones. For the instant, he could be the calculating figure, lending sagacity when and where he could, rather than dive headlong into favored contempt.
His eyes went upward as the insects did too; thinking of Kiada, of a soul who’d been gone much too soon, and how she’d always grasped the opportunities to survive. “For those who had died and came back during that Festival a couple years ago, I could almost understand it. They returned for their loved ones, or another chance, even if they understood what they were following.” Betraying their former gods, or simply reliving in the Voice’s abyss, must have seemed worthwhile. A temptation far too great. As for the others? He wasn’t certain.
Then his gaze fell, following a particular bug as it altered its hues into a more gilded stature. “I do not use them any longer.” But he could fly – where so many didn’t have the same abilities. “It would be nice to have skyports though, for Halo, like the other lands. I do not care for how dependent some are on her devices.”
His eyes went upward as the insects did too; thinking of Kiada, of a soul who’d been gone much too soon, and how she’d always grasped the opportunities to survive. “For those who had died and came back during that Festival a couple years ago, I could almost understand it. They returned for their loved ones, or another chance, even if they understood what they were following.” Betraying their former gods, or simply reliving in the Voice’s abyss, must have seemed worthwhile. A temptation far too great. As for the others? He wasn’t certain.
Then his gaze fell, following a particular bug as it altered its hues into a more gilded stature. “I do not use them any longer.” But he could fly – where so many didn’t have the same abilities. “It would be nice to have skyports though, for Halo, like the other lands. I do not care for how dependent some are on her devices.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
