Deimos
Deimos, when not focused on the entirety of Halo at large, also resorted to assisting his brethren whenever and wherever he could. In between the balance of meetings, letters, paperwork, spars, patrols, wedding planning, and whatever else came in his direction, he’d carve out bits and pieces of time to ensure friends, allies, and companions were sated and content with their lot in life as well.
Evie had already informed him ahead of time of her gift to Alys, and while he’d known the seer had been searching for a place, his own machinations hadn’t placed the Evergreen’s old place into consideration. Perhaps he should’ve felt mildly guilty over how little she’d been able to use it, but it was gratifying to see it wouldn’t go abandoned and discarded.
Eyeing Sascha as he arrived, he snorted, intending to place a joke within the greeting. “This place looks familiar,” arching a brow, and waiting for the moment to pass, he persisted. “What do you need help with?”
Evie had already informed him ahead of time of her gift to Alys, and while he’d known the seer had been searching for a place, his own machinations hadn’t placed the Evergreen’s old place into consideration. Perhaps he should’ve felt mildly guilty over how little she’d been able to use it, but it was gratifying to see it wouldn’t go abandoned and discarded.
Eyeing Sascha as he arrived, he snorted, intending to place a joke within the greeting. “This place looks familiar,” arching a brow, and waiting for the moment to pass, he persisted. “What do you need help with?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
