DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
At the assertion and assurance, Deimos arched a brow, then nodded, piecing other things together. His own interest stemmed from prior livelihoods within the Grounds, and Kiada. Nothing for protection didn’t grant him any further comforts on that front, but perhaps, with the incoming threat, the Ancients and whomever else residing within would find themselves craving safer thresholds. But shelter and sanctuaries were always his ambitions, and he wasn’t certain he could say the same about Danta – whom he’d found caught in a bear trap.
Maneuvering more charcoal across the page, he hadn’t expected the Forsaken’s next inquiry. Baffled for a moment, because he would never have asked such a thing, he blinked sharply and quickly, before glancing back at Noah. Examining those feelings amidst the chaos would’ve been easier earlier; when pragmatic clamors reverberated within the mayhem, instead of the taut, clustered, coiled trepidation now layered through his chest. “Not something I wish to repeat,” he started, gaze flickering away, landing on a desk somewhere in the corner of the room. “Nor do I believe anyone else needs to experience it.”
Maneuvering more charcoal across the page, he hadn’t expected the Forsaken’s next inquiry. Baffled for a moment, because he would never have asked such a thing, he blinked sharply and quickly, before glancing back at Noah. Examining those feelings amidst the chaos would’ve been easier earlier; when pragmatic clamors reverberated within the mayhem, instead of the taut, clustered, coiled trepidation now layered through his chest. “Not something I wish to repeat,” he started, gaze flickering away, landing on a desk somewhere in the corner of the room. “Nor do I believe anyone else needs to experience it.”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
