DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Some things were cyclical – branches upon branches, nestled with boughs and limbs turning and twisting back upon one another. The Sword didn’t expect the Evergreen to be one of those – despite the namesake – presumed she was another lost and gone. Caido was renowned for the sharp, stark moments of clarity, people there one instant, and rendered intangible the next, with ghosts and phantoms and wraiths lingering in between.
He swallowed down the ones that suddenly loomed and threatened, strides even across the snow, head held high as he meandered through the opened gate, the air and wind pressing back. The vestiges were cold and distinct, snapped against fur and pelts, and he relished in it for half a moment, before his long limbs carried him along trails unearthed, towards a portal he barely-ever used now.
Companions followed, nosey and yearning for a taste of liberation from walls as well, the peryton flying above, the unicorn at his shoulder, one reflecting, the other meandering, unfurling wings. Deimos, in his residual form, was reduced to silence, and only inclined noise at all, when they reached the open mouth of the cave, snorting at the familiar, even if it had been years, shock of crimson hair against the outline of ivory rime. His monolithic form stood along the aperture, jaw jutting out towards the last Wordsworth. “Evie,” was a booming rumble, echoing and bounding from the cavern’s wake, with the etchings of a smile imprinted along his mouth. Belial followed suit with an obnoxious, welcoming bellow, while Zuriel stood her ground next to the General.
He swallowed down the ones that suddenly loomed and threatened, strides even across the snow, head held high as he meandered through the opened gate, the air and wind pressing back. The vestiges were cold and distinct, snapped against fur and pelts, and he relished in it for half a moment, before his long limbs carried him along trails unearthed, towards a portal he barely-ever used now.
Companions followed, nosey and yearning for a taste of liberation from walls as well, the peryton flying above, the unicorn at his shoulder, one reflecting, the other meandering, unfurling wings. Deimos, in his residual form, was reduced to silence, and only inclined noise at all, when they reached the open mouth of the cave, snorting at the familiar, even if it had been years, shock of crimson hair against the outline of ivory rime. His monolithic form stood along the aperture, jaw jutting out towards the last Wordsworth. “Evie,” was a booming rumble, echoing and bounding from the cavern’s wake, with the etchings of a smile imprinted along his mouth. Belial followed suit with an obnoxious, welcoming bellow, while Zuriel stood her ground next to the General.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
