Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
There was always much more to Halo than multitudes realized; prejudiced against cold, most rarely meandered outside of the Citadel – and while that was breathtaking, so were all the other parts and pieces. Perhaps the Sword was biased, but he’d readily admit it as they took the Greenwing as a placeholder for games and antics.Belial heard the joining portions initially – screeching in regards and returns to Pipsqueak, and Deimos turned his head over his shoulder, glancing back to witness the Dragoon arriving. “Thank you for coming,” he rumbled, as Zuriel snorted nearby again, digging into patches of verdant grasses and snagging them by the mouthfuls. Erebos, not to be outdone, extended one mitten laden hand in a practiced wave, happy giggle, and a raucous, but friendly Hi!
The Warden withheld the laughter threatening over, but the impish grin remained. “I trust you had a decent trip?” Entirely, and thankfully, unaware of relationship dramatics, he tilted his head, before adjusting the infant’s hat. “And how are you with snowball fights?"
