DEIMOS
The comfort arrived with having to believe it; ready to refute at a moment’s notice in the abrupt wakes of his honesty. That actions, striving to heal for the entirety of Halo, had come with so much devastation and ruin ate away at him, but he leaned into the threading fingers and knuckles upon cheeks, strength in words and bonds, even if everything else bit into his bones. He couldn’t help but laugh; a quiet rumble deep in his chest, not echoing beyond the tub, or the here and now. “Quite a repayment.” And he trusted Evie to know where it would all lead – into the depths of Starfall, clutching at crystals and flowers, danger and lethality; the poise of further consequences a dire and vicious trait. But they really didn’t have any other options – for the Sword did not often lay down and wait for the world to take him over – even if there were temptations some days.
From there, with their joined hands, he invited her further – to step out of cloth and fabric and into the water, their own version of some relaxing hot springs, not battered and wrecked into stone and ash. He’d already compiled necessities upon benches and within reach: towels, favored soaps and oils; leagues of rest and repose, rather than the layers of strife barreling its way down his bones. “I think we need to relocate the springs,” he mentioned, head tilting, clearly miring through hundreds upon hundreds of collected and contorted thoughts. “To the Citadel.” He waited for her considerations, ministrations within the warm and calm water, before he began to remove the rest of his clothes. “How was the infirmary?”
From there, with their joined hands, he invited her further – to step out of cloth and fabric and into the water, their own version of some relaxing hot springs, not battered and wrecked into stone and ash. He’d already compiled necessities upon benches and within reach: towels, favored soaps and oils; leagues of rest and repose, rather than the layers of strife barreling its way down his bones. “I think we need to relocate the springs,” he mentioned, head tilting, clearly miring through hundreds upon hundreds of collected and contorted thoughts. “To the Citadel.” He waited for her considerations, ministrations within the warm and calm water, before he began to remove the rest of his clothes. “How was the infirmary?”
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
