DEIMOS
“And he did,” he concurred; that a decision had been made and passed through the Forsaken’s mind despite the allies around him. It hadn’t been worth such desecration and violence – not for an ursur, not for the state of Halo – and Deimos couldn’t even accurately depict a scenario in his mind where it was necessary at all.
Stalwart and patient as her breath slowed, as the emotion became less searing and heightened, he gave her the barest inkling of a smile. Decisions made and centered, with clarity and self-possession, only made his own lungs unfurl further, a long sigh willowing and withering its way out into their expansive yard. “Good.” Settled then – and Evie could pass the justice as she saw fit and necessary, as the idiotic courier found his own noose.
Her hands were over his then, and it was back to Noah and his trials and tribulations. As her brow leaned into his chest, his eyes flickered upwards, glancing along weapons and knives, at newly fallen snow, at the justifications of what they might have to do. And he didn’t like it – discomfited by it all, but the demigod had persisted in the strangest measures. “Despite not wanting to agree with me, it seems he has made himself scarce at the Grounds.” Or he hadn’t heard anything untoward, at the very least. Danta would’ve certainly informed him. “What do you want as a consequence then?” To deliver with the warning and admonishment, wondering if he'd have to be the one to do it again, and sever even more of their broken bombardments.
As for everything else, he nodded, beginning to steer them away from the targets and towards one of the stone benches he’d had laden along the back of the house. “Training for all soldiers, and I can offer another round of team building.” And as much as he’d like to make it mandatory for some, it probably wouldn’t work, given parameters, semantics, and attitudes. “So we cannot say we did not try.” With Noah, with Sah, or anyone else.
Stalwart and patient as her breath slowed, as the emotion became less searing and heightened, he gave her the barest inkling of a smile. Decisions made and centered, with clarity and self-possession, only made his own lungs unfurl further, a long sigh willowing and withering its way out into their expansive yard. “Good.” Settled then – and Evie could pass the justice as she saw fit and necessary, as the idiotic courier found his own noose.
Her hands were over his then, and it was back to Noah and his trials and tribulations. As her brow leaned into his chest, his eyes flickered upwards, glancing along weapons and knives, at newly fallen snow, at the justifications of what they might have to do. And he didn’t like it – discomfited by it all, but the demigod had persisted in the strangest measures. “Despite not wanting to agree with me, it seems he has made himself scarce at the Grounds.” Or he hadn’t heard anything untoward, at the very least. Danta would’ve certainly informed him. “What do you want as a consequence then?” To deliver with the warning and admonishment, wondering if he'd have to be the one to do it again, and sever even more of their broken bombardments.
As for everything else, he nodded, beginning to steer them away from the targets and towards one of the stone benches he’d had laden along the back of the house. “Training for all soldiers, and I can offer another round of team building.” And as much as he’d like to make it mandatory for some, it probably wouldn’t work, given parameters, semantics, and attitudes. “So we cannot say we did not try.” With Noah, with Sah, or anyone else.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
