DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos understood the nature of roots – how often some were compelled to dig down into the earth and settle, and how some slipped on pieces of wind. “And you can likely always keep in close touch with him,” he added, considering Ronin and Remi’s capabilities – their son wasn’t terribly far away. He didn’t ask about fearing for the younger man’s life amidst Stormbreak and its current sovereign; figuring they’d already had a hand in managing any of those necessary aspects.
Notions of Flora caused him to arch a brow, having only recently seen her amidst her ‘pilgrimage’ along the shrines of Halo. “Ah,” he gave with a wrinkle of his nose, leaning further into the couch. She hadn’t given off those aspects to him, but given who the Sword was, he could comprehend why. He half-hoped Erebos, and by extension Amhran, wouldn’t hide things from himself and Evie, but the future stretched along those capacities was difficult for the moment. “She does not seem to let it distract her from taking care of Torchline,” from what he’d seen and heard anyway. “But I do not envy all of those pressures upon anyone.” Deimos had his own and knew them well – but he'd also manifested security and shelter amidst many relationships. Having something volatile and unknown, amidst the constant problems surfacing and brewing amongst Caido, could warrant any multitude of distractions.
Snagging at the mug offered to him, he bowed his head in gratitude. “Thank you,” and let the warm plumes rise over, listening as he stared into the cup. “At least then one would be secured,” he smirked in return. “If we keep rotating through, one is bound to show,” so he figured, by some fortune somewhere in the midst. “Though Flora mentioned asking the Big Gods for one.” And while the Warden hadn’t been very keen on the notion before, now he could grasp why.
Notions of Flora caused him to arch a brow, having only recently seen her amidst her ‘pilgrimage’ along the shrines of Halo. “Ah,” he gave with a wrinkle of his nose, leaning further into the couch. She hadn’t given off those aspects to him, but given who the Sword was, he could comprehend why. He half-hoped Erebos, and by extension Amhran, wouldn’t hide things from himself and Evie, but the future stretched along those capacities was difficult for the moment. “She does not seem to let it distract her from taking care of Torchline,” from what he’d seen and heard anyway. “But I do not envy all of those pressures upon anyone.” Deimos had his own and knew them well – but he'd also manifested security and shelter amidst many relationships. Having something volatile and unknown, amidst the constant problems surfacing and brewing amongst Caido, could warrant any multitude of distractions.
Snagging at the mug offered to him, he bowed his head in gratitude. “Thank you,” and let the warm plumes rise over, listening as he stared into the cup. “At least then one would be secured,” he smirked in return. “If we keep rotating through, one is bound to show,” so he figured, by some fortune somewhere in the midst. “Though Flora mentioned asking the Big Gods for one.” And while the Warden hadn’t been very keen on the notion before, now he could grasp why.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
