Deimos
Without any explanation given or granted, Deimos was forced to merely speculate, presume, and then be silent. It was a shame to have lost her to King’s End, and he’d felt much the same when Ru had opted to relocate as well. It’d been enough seasons, and reasoning, to contemplate the notions of why, even if he didn’t agree with the sentiments. And it often made him wonder if Halo, or those they considered friends, allies, and family, mattered so little – and bit his tongue every time.
Like now, as he tried to make peace with all the unknowns. A long breath filtered through his lungs, the explanation of her whereabouts here enough to solidify his notions with a nod. Something felt stifled and forced, and perhaps it was his own rancor and life experiences getting in the way, trying to parse through the furtive reaches without stepping into his usual straightforward and candid approach. “Busy,” he opted for instead, giving a slight smile. The infant took the right time to squeal, so he lowered his hands and placed his notebook upon the bench, peeling away portions of the sling and fabric to reveal the youth. “This is Erebos. Evie had him at the beginning of Deepfrost.” To his credit, the blue-eyed and dark-haired babe shook his tiny, balled up fist in greeting; already far friendlier than his father. “Dealing with void creatures and the whole Starfall issues as well, and ensuring Halo stays safe. How are things in King’s End?”
Like now, as he tried to make peace with all the unknowns. A long breath filtered through his lungs, the explanation of her whereabouts here enough to solidify his notions with a nod. Something felt stifled and forced, and perhaps it was his own rancor and life experiences getting in the way, trying to parse through the furtive reaches without stepping into his usual straightforward and candid approach. “Busy,” he opted for instead, giving a slight smile. The infant took the right time to squeal, so he lowered his hands and placed his notebook upon the bench, peeling away portions of the sling and fabric to reveal the youth. “This is Erebos. Evie had him at the beginning of Deepfrost.” To his credit, the blue-eyed and dark-haired babe shook his tiny, balled up fist in greeting; already far friendlier than his father. “Dealing with void creatures and the whole Starfall issues as well, and ensuring Halo stays safe. How are things in King’s End?”
forget stardust - you are iron
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
And what is iron really - unless it's forged?
