DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Zuriel purposefully heaved a put-upon sigh at the intonations, and Deimos fought off an eye roll, though he gave her one last pat before turning his attention to the roads and streets. “Do not worry. She is properly spoiled.” Favored spaces in both home and barracks in front of the fire, treats at an adequate frequency – well aware of what she’d done for the multitudes of the masses, the unicorn would likely never be without some range of beneficial reception.
Belial, also doted upon, gave another distinct hoot to the attempts at scratches, unaware that his own ridiculous movements prevented any focus. After a while though he seemed distracted by something else – and unfurled his wings, stretching out the obsidian feathers, and bounding off to inspect a snowball.
With assistance accepted and a list of recruits he could drag over already filling his methodical mind, the modicums of the inn were arranged swiftly thereafter. The stomach rumbling caused his brow to arch, the light smile back and flickering across his features – considering his already had ages before, he couldn’t tease her much. “Sure.” Stepping out of the guest house and back along the fringes of the cobblestones, the options were plentiful, some of the options already casting an aroma despite the frigid air. Fresh meat cooked over open flame, sweet desserts, the ever-present potential of ningo, and other varieties piercing through as he shifted directions towards the market. “What would you like?” They could pinpoint and snag from there – the Sword was rarely picky.
Belial, also doted upon, gave another distinct hoot to the attempts at scratches, unaware that his own ridiculous movements prevented any focus. After a while though he seemed distracted by something else – and unfurled his wings, stretching out the obsidian feathers, and bounding off to inspect a snowball.
With assistance accepted and a list of recruits he could drag over already filling his methodical mind, the modicums of the inn were arranged swiftly thereafter. The stomach rumbling caused his brow to arch, the light smile back and flickering across his features – considering his already had ages before, he couldn’t tease her much. “Sure.” Stepping out of the guest house and back along the fringes of the cobblestones, the options were plentiful, some of the options already casting an aroma despite the frigid air. Fresh meat cooked over open flame, sweet desserts, the ever-present potential of ningo, and other varieties piercing through as he shifted directions towards the market. “What would you like?” They could pinpoint and snag from there – the Sword was rarely picky.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
