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 listened, head bowed slightly as he pulled, mulling over Deimos’ words like stones rolling in the current. The idea of elemental fixtures sparked something in him too—his mind already ticking through what it might mean to wield fire in the dead of Halo’s winters, or lightning against something monstrous that refused to fall. Practicality again. He liked that Deimos’ mind seemed to run down the same channels as his own: straightforward, solution-oriented.
But when the talk turned back to the gods, he found himself shifting his weight, shoulders tightening beneath his furs. He didn’t miss the way Deimos had shrugged, neither dismissing nor pressing, only leaving the space open. It made the answer a little easier to give.
“I think…” Damien started, then exhaled through his nose, steam curling in the frozen air. “If there’s any among the gods, it’s Rae. And Frey, the nature side of them. Plants, animals, the way things grow and adapt to survive.” He gave a faint huff of a laugh, short and a little self-conscious. “The mountains and trees have always felt more like home to me than shrines or prayers.” His gaze flicked to the horizon, distant but sharp. “The others—I don’t know. I don’t think I’d understand them the same way. Or they me.”
There was more behind the words—his doubts, his worries—but he kept those pressed down, steady in his tone. Curiosity lingered, though, threaded through with something closer to respect. He glanced at Deimos then, brow furrowed in thought.
“Is Safrin... what is she like? I've heard she can be fickle. Is it true, what they say?” He inquired, earnest, not prying or accusing but seeking.
But when the talk turned back to the gods, he found himself shifting his weight, shoulders tightening beneath his furs. He didn’t miss the way Deimos had shrugged, neither dismissing nor pressing, only leaving the space open. It made the answer a little easier to give.
“I think…” Damien started, then exhaled through his nose, steam curling in the frozen air. “If there’s any among the gods, it’s Rae. And Frey, the nature side of them. Plants, animals, the way things grow and adapt to survive.” He gave a faint huff of a laugh, short and a little self-conscious. “The mountains and trees have always felt more like home to me than shrines or prayers.” His gaze flicked to the horizon, distant but sharp. “The others—I don’t know. I don’t think I’d understand them the same way. Or they me.”
There was more behind the words—his doubts, his worries—but he kept those pressed down, steady in his tone. Curiosity lingered, though, threaded through with something closer to respect. He glanced at Deimos then, brow furrowed in thought.
“Is Safrin... what is she like? I've heard she can be fickle. Is it true, what they say?” He inquired, earnest, not prying or accusing but seeking.
And I'm longing out that open window
For whatever it is I seek
For whatever it is I seek
