DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Lashed out could mean an entire segment of things – but grief had a way of holding onto anger. Out of sudden, strayed, strained things; like love and heartache and the dismal reality that someone was simply gone, and nowhere to put the emotion. That Sah had been the target of such anguish, despair, and ruin wasn’t surprising, but an unfortunate circumstance that would need to be righted, if anything was meant to move forward. Which might’ve been the most difficult, and would require Cordelia to settle the matters first. “You may have to start slow, to rebuild what has been lost.” An act of humility, first and foremost. His gaze rested on the floor of the parlor again, thinking, musing. “He is likely just as hurt as you are.” If not suffering more, for now a double loss in the Shrike and Aino.
Fingers tightening around his cup, absorbing the warmth as he thought, the rumble persisted in the arch of his own ruminations, reflections, and experiences. “An apology would be a good place to start. Reasoning for why you were angry.” Had he not done the same for Torchline? Given a place for the repairs to begin? “And then, if he is interested in it, a calm, rational conversation.”
Fingers tightening around his cup, absorbing the warmth as he thought, the rumble persisted in the arch of his own ruminations, reflections, and experiences. “An apology would be a good place to start. Reasoning for why you were angry.” Had he not done the same for Torchline? Given a place for the repairs to begin? “And then, if he is interested in it, a calm, rational conversation.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
