DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
And maybe it was bizarre to think about birthday parties when there were other looming paradoxes to battle and wage upon, but for now, it was an alternative to mooring in the tangible threads of dread. He managed to withhold his snort at Remi’s initial response, despite the shared accord. Deimos hid his smile behind the mug instead, pausing in thought, taking a drink, and then placing it downward. “I am tempted to do much the same.” Loom in the background, some other ominous beacon in the shadows, and not cause a scene or a fuss. By way of explanation, though there was boyish and juvenile wrinkle to his nose that suggested that primordial pettiness was still alive and well in his rancorous, bitter edges, his head tilted, the rumble and petulance following. “I promised to be supportive,” countered on a long sigh, as if that was a far more difficult thing than facing the potential nightmares on Starfall.
Because while he could hold a conversation and remain mostly civil with the Flood, he also remembered far too many other disastrous things. Especially when paired with Ru.
Though he hadn’t considered Remi, and by extension Ronin’s, strange situation with familial ties as well, and he didn’t envy it at all once his mind had mustered the knots he knew about. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that they’d never mentioned family dinners in his direction, but likely because Sunjata and Hotaru both knew better. “Ah. Have they mended things?” Maybe Ronin was far more giving than the Sword could ever be; but whether that was in the inclusion of the Valkyrie, Flood, both, or neither, he wasn't sure he understood.
Because while he could hold a conversation and remain mostly civil with the Flood, he also remembered far too many other disastrous things. Especially when paired with Ru.
Though he hadn’t considered Remi, and by extension Ronin’s, strange situation with familial ties as well, and he didn’t envy it at all once his mind had mustered the knots he knew about. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that they’d never mentioned family dinners in his direction, but likely because Sunjata and Hotaru both knew better. “Ah. Have they mended things?” Maybe Ronin was far more giving than the Sword could ever be; but whether that was in the inclusion of the Valkyrie, Flood, both, or neither, he wasn't sure he understood.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
