DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
As luck would prevail for the Lullaby, the Sword was in the Barracks; surveying several warriors ascending the climbing wall. Strength honed and defined in the might of their persistence, and he only had to make several remarks, intonations about key practices and footholds, before they made it to the summit. But by then, whispers were trickling in and amongst the training grounds, and his head had turned to witness a recruit coming his way, mentioning something about another coming into the hall.
A mixture of sagacity and apprehension flickered over him, but not permitting the rest of the soldiers to see, he granted a swift nod, allowing them to disperse, before long strides swept out of the confines. Following the hints, he found the demigod soon after, arriving in the front parlor efficiently. “Remi,” he gave, by a rumbling intonation and greeting, with a tilt of his head, and then angling it towards the desk, table, and hearth nearby. “We can talk here.”
A mixture of sagacity and apprehension flickered over him, but not permitting the rest of the soldiers to see, he granted a swift nod, allowing them to disperse, before long strides swept out of the confines. Following the hints, he found the demigod soon after, arriving in the front parlor efficiently. “Remi,” he gave, by a rumbling intonation and greeting, with a tilt of his head, and then angling it towards the desk, table, and hearth nearby. “We can talk here.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
