Deimos
His gaze flicked back and forth from the wall and to Luka, nodding his head in inclination towards assistance. It was what made Halo one of the most steadfast and stalwart lands – the level-headed determination and ability to assist one another. They’d risen to the occasion again and again, regardless of the circumstances, and while there was more chaos to unfurl and to follow, the notions that they could conquer it, somehow, existed and persevered in the Sword’s soul. Perhaps because of the confidence the people of Halo inspired. Make no mistake; Deimos had trepidation chiseled within his bones for all of them, but they were formidable and enduring.
Just like now – crouching to glance within the revealing sanction – invested in repairs and renewal.
To hear Luka was well was reassuring, but not the other notes to unravel. His brows furrowed slightly; in understanding, perhaps, of Soleil’s view on the destruction, and concern for the wellbeing of his people. “I am sorry to hear that.” A truth, as his earthen wares reached out towards the structure, feeling for unstable quandaries and positions – eyes narrowing and pinpointing on a particular section, where ice had formed and pierced. “Does she need anything?”
As for his own predilections, Deimos didn’t think harshly of any long wrought inquiries in his direction, used to drawn silences and sometimes preferring them. “I am all right,” he gave on half a smile etched into the corner of his mouth. A careful balance there too – strung about the chaos, dread, and contentment in Evie’s latest news (and only spreading it towards Kiada and Ru, for now).
Just like now – crouching to glance within the revealing sanction – invested in repairs and renewal.
To hear Luka was well was reassuring, but not the other notes to unravel. His brows furrowed slightly; in understanding, perhaps, of Soleil’s view on the destruction, and concern for the wellbeing of his people. “I am sorry to hear that.” A truth, as his earthen wares reached out towards the structure, feeling for unstable quandaries and positions – eyes narrowing and pinpointing on a particular section, where ice had formed and pierced. “Does she need anything?”
As for his own predilections, Deimos didn’t think harshly of any long wrought inquiries in his direction, used to drawn silences and sometimes preferring them. “I am all right,” he gave on half a smile etched into the corner of his mouth. A careful balance there too – strung about the chaos, dread, and contentment in Evie’s latest news (and only spreading it towards Kiada and Ru, for now).
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
