if you ran away, just come back home

DEIMOS

ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood

Considering Evie’s previous experiences in Halo, she’d already have encountered ningo, ningo jerky, and any other of its ningo-affiliated concoctions – so he steered them clear of that particular stall. “Of course,” was a discerning answer with a boyish grin again, because he’d look for any excuse to scoop up extras – and considering all the work, labor, and exercise he put in every day, he wasn’t much concerned. The acceptance was quick and rapid, and perfectly aligned with his own tendencies. “Ursur burgers, perhaps?” An inquiry, but purposeful as he strode nearer the kiosk – the scent of intermingling herbs and spices woven into the bear meat as they lingered amongst the threads of other people moving about – situating his monolithic frame in line, even if she wasn’t inclined towards that one. There’d be other options. Chicken and venison were over the open flames as well, sizzling as he glanced over several heads of strangers and familiar individuals alike.

Belial stood right at his heels though, ensuring he’d be having some portions as well.

His stare roamed from stall to stall nearby afterwards, perusing choices, alternatives, possibilities…the potential range of desserts blending and fusing amidst the square. But he left it for now, directing his attention back to Evie. “Did you get a chance to go to the carnival in the Boondocks last season?”

watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same