DAMIEN
I know it's been a long time coming
I'm angry and I know that's weak
I'm angry and I know that's weak
Damien tipped his head in quiet agreement at the Warden’s words, the corner of his mouth twitching at the notion. To stay means strength. The line settled in him like the weight of an axe handle in his palm; grounding. Did he feel strong? In his own way. Not in the bellow-and-brag sense, but in the stubborn, keep-moving way things out here had to be. Stop too long in the snow and you froze. Simple as that.
Out in the distance, the small knot of luxere picked their way across the ice-crusted drifts. Damien’s gaze slid to them for a beat, noting how they kept their distance, watchful but unalarmed. Much like the man beside him, he thought.
When Deimos went on, explaining how the Guild and Halo’s defenses worked in tandem, Damien listened with a faint crease between his brows. He didn’t know much about guilds or the sort of monsters the man meant, but the structure itself made sense. In his own work—whether hauling timber, setting traps, or putting down a dangerous beast—sometimes one man couldn’t do it alone. You gathered a crew, divvied the load, and trusted each one to pull their weight.
“That tracks,” he said after a moment, stepping forward to drag one of the fresh-cut logs into place on the sled. As he adjusted the ropes tying it all down, his tone carried a glint of curiosity, not sharp but persistent, like water wearing at stone. “So, what’s the most dangerous thing you’ve come across out there?”
Out in the distance, the small knot of luxere picked their way across the ice-crusted drifts. Damien’s gaze slid to them for a beat, noting how they kept their distance, watchful but unalarmed. Much like the man beside him, he thought.
When Deimos went on, explaining how the Guild and Halo’s defenses worked in tandem, Damien listened with a faint crease between his brows. He didn’t know much about guilds or the sort of monsters the man meant, but the structure itself made sense. In his own work—whether hauling timber, setting traps, or putting down a dangerous beast—sometimes one man couldn’t do it alone. You gathered a crew, divvied the load, and trusted each one to pull their weight.
“That tracks,” he said after a moment, stepping forward to drag one of the fresh-cut logs into place on the sled. As he adjusted the ropes tying it all down, his tone carried a glint of curiosity, not sharp but persistent, like water wearing at stone. “So, what’s the most dangerous thing you’ve come across out there?”
And I'm longing out that open window
For whatever it is I seek
For whatever it is I seek
