Damien
oh, let's take a chance and roll the bones
try to forget all them enemies and debts
try to forget all them enemies and debts
Damien tilted his glass just slightly, letting the lantern light catch the amber liquid as he gave a faint, appreciative sniff. “King's End?” His voice was laced with consideration but void of much recognition, having not been there himself - least of all since it was made 'livable', as Thorn described. Damien let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head just a fraction. "So you still like snow… just in moderation, huh? Smart move. Can’t say I blame you.”
Though he already knew the reasons for Thorn leaving Halo went beyond the weather.
Damien followed Thorn’s motion toward the Lucky Rum Fountain, dipping his own glass with the same careful precision. The white rum hissed and spilled over the rim as he lifted it, giving a faint appreciative sniff before taking a slow sip. Lantern light caught the liquid as he swirled it gently, the warmth settling low and steady.
He took another slow sip as Thorn mentioned magical rooms, eyebrows lifting just slightly, though his eyes never left the crowd. He spotted a stretch of dock wide enough to lean against without being shoved by the press of bodies. With a tilt of his head, he indicated the space to Thorn, then led the way, weaving carefully through the throng toward the railing. A place they could talk and keep an eye on whatever or whoever drifted past them.
"Yeah, things haven't changed much for me. But I've been branching out a bit. Traveling more," He raised his voice over his shoulder, voice carrying as they moved. "Wherever the work takes me."
Once they were settled, Damien leaned back against the rough wood, glass in hand. He gave Thorn a measured look. "So now you're living in.. magical rooms.. in King's End?" he said with a tilt of his head, a trace of incredulity in his low voice and the faint smile. "That is what you said, right?"
From the corner of his eye, he caught the glint of a knife spinning in the air from a nearby contest, the crowd cheering as it struck true.
Though he already knew the reasons for Thorn leaving Halo went beyond the weather.
Damien followed Thorn’s motion toward the Lucky Rum Fountain, dipping his own glass with the same careful precision. The white rum hissed and spilled over the rim as he lifted it, giving a faint appreciative sniff before taking a slow sip. Lantern light caught the liquid as he swirled it gently, the warmth settling low and steady.
He took another slow sip as Thorn mentioned magical rooms, eyebrows lifting just slightly, though his eyes never left the crowd. He spotted a stretch of dock wide enough to lean against without being shoved by the press of bodies. With a tilt of his head, he indicated the space to Thorn, then led the way, weaving carefully through the throng toward the railing. A place they could talk and keep an eye on whatever or whoever drifted past them.
"Yeah, things haven't changed much for me. But I've been branching out a bit. Traveling more," He raised his voice over his shoulder, voice carrying as they moved. "Wherever the work takes me."
Once they were settled, Damien leaned back against the rough wood, glass in hand. He gave Thorn a measured look. "So now you're living in.. magical rooms.. in King's End?" he said with a tilt of his head, a trace of incredulity in his low voice and the faint smile. "That is what you said, right?"
From the corner of his eye, he caught the glint of a knife spinning in the air from a nearby contest, the crowd cheering as it struck true.
