I carried my own ashes to the mountains
There was significance to this day; a time of renewal and growth again, after war, after fire and blood and brimstone, after banshees cries and fallen guards. It meant that the world could march on, could carry the future in their grasp, could maneuver forward even amidst the grief and hollowed, haunting decibels. A time of celebration, for the Sentinel and One-Shot, that Deimos might’ve surmised should’ve happened ages before (because he could remember both of them doe-eyed and obnoxious).
He'd managed to find a suit, and snag a jacket with large enough pockets for eventual surprises and presents. Arm in arm with Evie, he’d only taken a segment of time to pat Noah on the back with a whispered congratulations, before they took their places amidst the fold of friends and family.
Torches and lanterns in hand, he gave a juvenile grin to the Evergreen, before behaving himself, ensuring the lights remained ignited and burning bright – watching asCordelia made her presence down the line.
He'd managed to find a suit, and snag a jacket with large enough pockets for eventual surprises and presents. Arm in arm with Evie, he’d only taken a segment of time to pat Noah on the back with a whispered congratulations, before they took their places amidst the fold of friends and family.
Torches and lanterns in hand, he gave a juvenile grin to the Evergreen, before behaving himself, ensuring the lights remained ignited and burning bright – watching as
DEIMOS
