Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“Maybe now we can give her a break,” and he winked; trying to dissolve all those painful fragments into something meaningful – tied together with filaments of strength, perseverance, and fortitude. She’d be there when they all crossed into Mort’s Realm, and the segments of the world weren’t so hollowed, so grave, so choking. There were other moments, that much was certain, but Rexanna and her ghosts didn’t rankle down either of their spines any longer. “So we can cherish, instead of simply mourn.” Maybe they’d all been doing that well before him – but such was the way he carved his own path.His head tilted at her answer, careful to ensure Erebos was still resting in the crook of his arm. “I think that is fair.” Just that the option was there. Nor did he believe Ru’in would be the sort of bitter and jaded individual, against Kiada’s contentment and happiness after all these hard-earned years, but it would ultimately be her decision either way. Altering the subject, he pondered over other portions. “Do either of you need anything for your home? Specific wedding gifts?” Because gods knew he fully intended to spoil her.
