Deimos
The Sword would hate to be considered predictable; so even in their most generous state, he still aimed to keep her wondering, elated, and wanting all at once. A sly smirk wrapped around his mouth at her murmur and airs, the breathlessness and the distracted moments, brushed aside with a wrinkle of his nose. If he wasn’t inclined to emotional upheaval in the next few moments, he probably would’ve tempted and teased again in some other manner, away and far from the Citadel armaments and onlookers.
It wasn’t to be though – not with everything else molten and ragged, the ache in his chest warranting something to name other than wallowing. Evie had far more understanding than he probably deserved, and while it eased the burden and pain, it also meant facing them directly, rather than existing along the melancholy interludes. More prone to the latter, he tilted his head, listening, drawing the grin from before into some plain frown, a long breath unfurling through his nose. She was correct on all counts; the warring semblances alternating between wishing for his family’s happiness, without losing her entirely to a man who’d once not cared how deeply he marred and wounded. “I just remember her so damaged by him.” He shook his head; the revelations so stark and deep that they’d both gone to set the Flood’s world ablaze, losing everything in the interim. “How does someone go back to a person who hurt them that deeply?” Maybe it said more about him than it did about Ru; where forgiveness drove a wedge and where he simply couldn’t fathom it.
His voice managed to gain its distinct rumble again out over her head, in puffs of warm air and sentiments turned cold. “And then she said she had hidden herself away here, and it felt like a slap in the face,” like Halo had only ever been something overbearing. “I certainly never meant to make her think she was closed off.” Hotaru had always been granted an expansive freedom – no ties, no tethers, naught but support and love and now it seemed to be chiseled away. Like somehow, in the end, his unyielding strength had been a source of exclusion.
It wasn’t to be though – not with everything else molten and ragged, the ache in his chest warranting something to name other than wallowing. Evie had far more understanding than he probably deserved, and while it eased the burden and pain, it also meant facing them directly, rather than existing along the melancholy interludes. More prone to the latter, he tilted his head, listening, drawing the grin from before into some plain frown, a long breath unfurling through his nose. She was correct on all counts; the warring semblances alternating between wishing for his family’s happiness, without losing her entirely to a man who’d once not cared how deeply he marred and wounded. “I just remember her so damaged by him.” He shook his head; the revelations so stark and deep that they’d both gone to set the Flood’s world ablaze, losing everything in the interim. “How does someone go back to a person who hurt them that deeply?” Maybe it said more about him than it did about Ru; where forgiveness drove a wedge and where he simply couldn’t fathom it.
His voice managed to gain its distinct rumble again out over her head, in puffs of warm air and sentiments turned cold. “And then she said she had hidden herself away here, and it felt like a slap in the face,” like Halo had only ever been something overbearing. “I certainly never meant to make her think she was closed off.” Hotaru had always been granted an expansive freedom – no ties, no tethers, naught but support and love and now it seemed to be chiseled away. Like somehow, in the end, his unyielding strength had been a source of exclusion.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
