DEIMOS
Her first statement caused the stoicism to filter and flicker apart, the brief arch of his brow, habitual and residual in his endless bounty of curiosity. He hadn’t expected it at all – which was probably why he snorted, trying to filter through the sentiments on his own initially. Maybe it was all the weight borne upon his shoulders or the straightened, unyielding stature to his spine, having endured and endured and endured again ensure multitudes of Caido made it to the next day. Eventually though, out of all his lessons, he’d learned to simply ask when the notions weren’t so paramount. “What do you mean?”
But then he was watching; even in death, it seemed she still couldn’t trace away from some of the foundations of her, his eyes flickering briefly to her wrist, the way she’d always scratched at the skin. Listening too, as the story came to light, and his eyes widened, not realizing the time in which she’d breathed her last had been well before – amidst the war amongst the Ascended. “Had we of known-,” and he cut himself off, jaw clenching; if Vi hadn’t been aware, then he wasn’t certain how any of them would’ve been capable. But Deimos liked to think they would’ve tried, given everything they’d all once accomplished.
His eyes fell to the ground, pondering and churning through the circumstances, taking it all in to bring back home if Evie didn’t want to ask on her own. “I am sorry that happened to you.” Because he was – the once-Shield and the Archangel should’ve had more time. Eventually his gaze went back to hers, head tilted, trying to find something in the mess. “Is there anything you want us to do for you?”
But then he was watching; even in death, it seemed she still couldn’t trace away from some of the foundations of her, his eyes flickering briefly to her wrist, the way she’d always scratched at the skin. Listening too, as the story came to light, and his eyes widened, not realizing the time in which she’d breathed her last had been well before – amidst the war amongst the Ascended. “Had we of known-,” and he cut himself off, jaw clenching; if Vi hadn’t been aware, then he wasn’t certain how any of them would’ve been capable. But Deimos liked to think they would’ve tried, given everything they’d all once accomplished.
His eyes fell to the ground, pondering and churning through the circumstances, taking it all in to bring back home if Evie didn’t want to ask on her own. “I am sorry that happened to you.” Because he was – the once-Shield and the Archangel should’ve had more time. Eventually his gaze went back to hers, head tilted, trying to find something in the mess. “Is there anything you want us to do for you?”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
