DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Despite maintaining his patience often, Deimos still knew better than to strive for attempting a funnel cake either. Too complicated with all the interlocking pieces. He’d prefer to eat them anyway. “Maybe they will have another next Deepfrost.” And maybe Halo would have access – rather than him being sprung out of the mountainsides by Remi because they needed to go hunt down a relic. Even that seemed all-encompassing and uncertain, given the war doomed and damned to set in between. Notions of the future had shrunk to smaller and smaller pieces, and though he wasn’t a man to hope very often, it would be nice to have something in the distance to rely upon.
Between himself and Belial, the burger was soon gone as well, before they were dragged (perhaps not the right word; the Sword went rather willingly) towards the cheesecake booth. His eyes widened a fraction, eagerly and honestly content with the situation, as they settled back into another line, and his eyes drifted between Evie and anyone going by with one of the chocolate-laden concoctions. Eventually his intonations went into a lower rumble as well, snorting at her proclamation. “Going to make your apothecary here then? Bold.”
Between himself and Belial, the burger was soon gone as well, before they were dragged (perhaps not the right word; the Sword went rather willingly) towards the cheesecake booth. His eyes widened a fraction, eagerly and honestly content with the situation, as they settled back into another line, and his eyes drifted between Evie and anyone going by with one of the chocolate-laden concoctions. Eventually his intonations went into a lower rumble as well, snorting at her proclamation. “Going to make your apothecary here then? Bold.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
