DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Noah’s unmistakable notes of teleportation were difficult to miss, as was the sudden appearance of the Forsaken in general. It gave the Sword pause in his writing, however, glancing upwards to see the concern, and to simultaneously dash away one part of it. “Evie is fine,” and he rolled up his sleeve once more, the glowing bracelet on display. “Safrin, however, is not,” and he had to loosen another hoard of breaths from stifling in his throat.
Putting the charcoal down, he gestured towards one of the chairs. “She came to Ronin and I in another dream – very weak.” Shaking his head and attempting to compose the explanations as best he could, he sighed once again, entirely uncertain and hating all of it. “Seemed the only way she could talk at all was to use Ronin,” and even then, the parallels of the Supernova’s crumbling, crumpling form gave way to multitudes of other images. “But she said something was coming, and she could not fight them off.” Too strong – enough power to place a herald’s life in peril – which signified only in the greater expanse of wondering what it could do to the rest of them.
Putting the charcoal down, he gestured towards one of the chairs. “She came to Ronin and I in another dream – very weak.” Shaking his head and attempting to compose the explanations as best he could, he sighed once again, entirely uncertain and hating all of it. “Seemed the only way she could talk at all was to use Ronin,” and even then, the parallels of the Supernova’s crumbling, crumpling form gave way to multitudes of other images. “But she said something was coming, and she could not fight them off.” Too strong – enough power to place a herald’s life in peril – which signified only in the greater expanse of wondering what it could do to the rest of them.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
