DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
Glancing up from his paperwork with a sudden and sharp furrowing of his brow at the inquiry, his eyes narrowed at Noah. “Yes. Every day.” Deimos wasn’t certain if he cared for the insinuation that he would be lax at any such notions regarding the warriors, or protection of Halo at large. “I am well aware.” And at this juncture, didn’t need any corresponding lecture associated with it. Complacency had never been in his stature or existence, and the implications here hardened the clench in his jaw. “We will continue to hold trainings and patrols for those willing to participate.” He couldn’t force their population to immerse themselves within the barracks, but he’d show up, time and time again.
Striving to force those frustrations away so they could bend around other points of the conversation, he listened to Noah’s response, toying with the charcoal between his fingers. The restless edges carved multitudes of other machinations in his mind, parsing through the demigod’s duties to the Grounds and Halo. “Find out what you need to do there first,” he started. “Before we send you anywhere else.” They didn’t need a repeat of the last season, and there might’ve been enough time to ensure everything collaborated.
Striving to force those frustrations away so they could bend around other points of the conversation, he listened to Noah’s response, toying with the charcoal between his fingers. The restless edges carved multitudes of other machinations in his mind, parsing through the demigod’s duties to the Grounds and Halo. “Find out what you need to do there first,” he started. “Before we send you anywhere else.” They didn’t need a repeat of the last season, and there might’ve been enough time to ensure everything collaborated.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
