DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His eyes lifted upwards, not to Cordelia, but to the fire, gazing along the flames as she spoke. There was a slight wince at the words, barely noticed or acknowledged, gaze narrowing – remembering, how they couldn’t have retrieved Adam or Peter’s bodies. Frozen solid, stuck to the ground, lingering in a cave horded and lorded by a creature who’d warned them not to return. And thereafter, it hadn’t mattered – not when the Voice snatched.
“Probably not, given a dragon’s nature,” he rumbled lightly, eventually permitting his piercing gaze to land back upon hers. “I am not one to offer advice about forgiveness,” as he rarely gave or rendered pardoning, “but in this circumstance, it is not fair to condone Sah for something he had no control over.” Were she in the same situation, how would she have responded? How would any of them dealt with such a death?
“Probably not, given a dragon’s nature,” he rumbled lightly, eventually permitting his piercing gaze to land back upon hers. “I am not one to offer advice about forgiveness,” as he rarely gave or rendered pardoning, “but in this circumstance, it is not fair to condone Sah for something he had no control over.” Were she in the same situation, how would she have responded? How would any of them dealt with such a death?
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
