and the only solution was to stand and fight
Pragmatic to a fault, and given Deimos’ propensity and practicality in all the elements stored within his own frame, the beat of his pulse, the winding of his control, he had no problem in applying it to other things. Useful, diligent, and sometimes intentionally dangerous for the moments that needed it, there could be a whole assortment of armaments and weaponry bolstered by the incantations. Right tools for the right place.
But the gods seemed a more intriguing topic for the other man, and while they inclined ever closer to the Citadel, the reasoning seemed to unfurl, whittled between thoughts and experiences. “Frey has done much for Halo, and Safrin as well.” So he could understand the ties to the former; the way nature always unleashed a little more in their Siberian outsets – for better or for worse. Deimos enjoyed the hostility of their terrain as another wall of defense – very few yearned to cling here, leaving them be. “Which is understandable – but sometimes you have to experience things for themselves,” he mused. “I enjoyed Ludo too.” But maybe that was the natural affinity for chaos, mischief, and amusements under the surface.
Regardless, he wouldn’t be pushing his predilections upon the other – it was a choice for Damien alone, down the road or never upon such paths. At the question though, Deimos laughed – it hadn’t been the first time he’d heard it. “It depends. She knows what she wants – to be admired, loved, cherished.” Those that might’ve considered her capricious and mercurial had likely crossed several lines – Sunjata being a memorable highlight. “She is beautiful, powerful, and a force.” But not for the lighthearted. “She rewards loyalty, but is not kind to the unfaithful.” At which the Sword could fully understand - having been on the receiving end of betrayal before.
But the gods seemed a more intriguing topic for the other man, and while they inclined ever closer to the Citadel, the reasoning seemed to unfurl, whittled between thoughts and experiences. “Frey has done much for Halo, and Safrin as well.” So he could understand the ties to the former; the way nature always unleashed a little more in their Siberian outsets – for better or for worse. Deimos enjoyed the hostility of their terrain as another wall of defense – very few yearned to cling here, leaving them be. “Which is understandable – but sometimes you have to experience things for themselves,” he mused. “I enjoyed Ludo too.” But maybe that was the natural affinity for chaos, mischief, and amusements under the surface.
Regardless, he wouldn’t be pushing his predilections upon the other – it was a choice for Damien alone, down the road or never upon such paths. At the question though, Deimos laughed – it hadn’t been the first time he’d heard it. “It depends. She knows what she wants – to be admired, loved, cherished.” Those that might’ve considered her capricious and mercurial had likely crossed several lines – Sunjata being a memorable highlight. “She is beautiful, powerful, and a force.” But not for the lighthearted. “She rewards loyalty, but is not kind to the unfaithful.” At which the Sword could fully understand - having been on the receiving end of betrayal before.
DEIMOS
