Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Now it was the Sword’s turn to look a bit abashed. Truth be told, not many ever asked him such inquiries down to simplistic levels, especially what made up the bare bricks of his existence. Likewise, he didn’t in return. Maybe others perceived he wasn’t capable, or didn’t care for small talk – but in reality he simply wasn’t very good at it. War and battlefields, skirmishes and weaponry, sagacity and wisdom in hunting, mauling, and obliterating were usually the main topics, considering his occupation. No one in the Basin would’ve ever dared to ask him about favored colors or foods, and apparently it had followed him here.
The statement thereafter made his eyes downcast back upon bones and sinew, a slight frown marring his features, uncertain how to navigate these parameters. “Oh,” followed first, uncomfortably settling somewhere along his shoulders. Then, snorting, trying to bring back the semblances into something lighter and not discomforting or awkward, the rumble persisted. “That is not something I have thought to ask many,” he’d known his family’s – his loved ones. But friends were considered somewhere in those brackets too, he supposed. “What is yours then?”
The statement thereafter made his eyes downcast back upon bones and sinew, a slight frown marring his features, uncertain how to navigate these parameters. “Oh,” followed first, uncomfortably settling somewhere along his shoulders. Then, snorting, trying to bring back the semblances into something lighter and not discomforting or awkward, the rumble persisted. “That is not something I have thought to ask many,” he’d known his family’s – his loved ones. But friends were considered somewhere in those brackets too, he supposed. “What is yours then?”
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
