Between rescuing those lost within the bay, maiming plants and encountering more creatures of the void, repairing infirmaries, instilling emergency shelters, and whatever else Halo required, Deimos had long since lost track of sleeping. Exhaustion pulled and tugged far more than it had in seasons, but the notions of ceasing when everyone needed support, guidance, and assistance seemed insurmountable – and then there would be other lands seeking aid –
He took Evie’s hand and glanced down at features nearly reflecting his own, unfurling a long, long held sigh and a thousand other emotions weighing down across his shoulders. They’d known this was coming, but not the severity, the strife, and the monumental amount. Perhaps it didn’t matter, in the end, because there was work to be done and needs to be met. That all the terror and trepidation had arrived into tangible reality was a sickening blow, but he wasn’t quite ready to name the blades buried in his chest. [say]“Have you eaten?”[/say] He asked instead, snagging two large rolls out of his bag – the usual desserts flair had left the moment the meteor struck – but he’d managed to purchase the bread in between roles and shifts.
The Sword didn’t expect color or greenery to hit his sights as they stepped out of the gates – the bay lingering nearby still left him glancing out over the horizon, as if more bodies might come flowing in – but he caught her smile and arched his brow. He followed dutifully and tiredly, eyes swindled towards large ferns and sprawling verdantry, seeds falling into their path. [say]“You have been busy,”[/say] came along a low rumble, and then proceeded to do the same – carefully and intricately lowering the pips and kernels to adorn the ground, before becoming soaked into roots and sprouts.
He took Evie’s hand and glanced down at features nearly reflecting his own, unfurling a long, long held sigh and a thousand other emotions weighing down across his shoulders. They’d known this was coming, but not the severity, the strife, and the monumental amount. Perhaps it didn’t matter, in the end, because there was work to be done and needs to be met. That all the terror and trepidation had arrived into tangible reality was a sickening blow, but he wasn’t quite ready to name the blades buried in his chest. [say]“Have you eaten?”[/say] He asked instead, snagging two large rolls out of his bag – the usual desserts flair had left the moment the meteor struck – but he’d managed to purchase the bread in between roles and shifts.
The Sword didn’t expect color or greenery to hit his sights as they stepped out of the gates – the bay lingering nearby still left him glancing out over the horizon, as if more bodies might come flowing in – but he caught her smile and arched his brow. He followed dutifully and tiredly, eyes swindled towards large ferns and sprawling verdantry, seeds falling into their path. [say]“You have been busy,”[/say] came along a low rumble, and then proceeded to do the same – carefully and intricately lowering the pips and kernels to adorn the ground, before becoming soaked into roots and sprouts.
