Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
Teleportation was another familiar gesture by Noah; disappearing from the swinging round of frozen wares before the cold surface could crash or take hold. So he watched again as the Forsaken reappeared, along the opposing side, also giving him enough time to survey the scene, to witness the next round of assaults and sieges.this is who we were
To find it was more arrows – but unbothered, the Sword simply rallied more into the voracity of his shield. It molded and reformed, honing in on strength and preparation, determination and power, combining and contorting together until perseverance remained. Solid and composed, it took the arrows as his earthen notions had done; through vivid cracks, but no sign or threat of the celestial abyss coming or sinking through.
Thereafter, his head tilted, studying Noah through the ramparts. “Has that been enough?”
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
