In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Elizabeth’s polite smile said it all, and Deimos had to choke down a sudden bout of laughter threatening to emerge. Perhaps it said more about him, or others, who had learned to tolerate Belial’s feats of bedlam. Moments later, as if prompted entirely to mess with the Abandoned, his wings unfurled as he remained curled along the sled, as if he’d been visible and tangible the entire time. Instead of embarking into chuckles, the Sword gave the peryton a wry look, and then he was pulling the vessel once more, as they rambled further down the street. While Zuriel trotted alongside, perhaps with some untethered energy, he hadn’t expected Elizabeth’s prompting inquiry, but snorted, allowing another smile to reach his face on the subject of Evie. Were this the same soldier from years before, he would've remained entirely muted on it; but there was no secret of their love for one another - not with marriage and a child. “We met while she was practicing throwing knives, when we were all still locked within the Grounds.” For neither Sword nor Evergreen would ever be matched with weak-willed or compliant individuals; both resolute figures in different capacities. Still, it probably wouldn’t surprise the newcomer that either of them would be drawn into weaponry. “I helped improve her practice,” with a juvenile, boyish wrinkle to his nose; as it had been just that. “But we were friends for years after.” Caido had its way with multitudes of separations – whether it be through disappearances into Wilds, sicknesses, wars…Evie’s return and her letter to him while he was still General here had been enough to ensure her safety and threshold within Halo. Thereafter had been their own contented pathway. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace