Damien
Damien’s boots crunched over the cobblestones of Stormbreak, the morning sun bright enough to burn the lingering chill from his shoulders. He kept his coat pulled tight, leather pack resting heavy against his back, and the new weight of a battle axe at his side. Crossbow slung over one shoulder, every strap adjusted to fit just so—he didn’t like fussing, but he liked knowing his tools were exactly where they should be.
Aria wasn’t with him. The snow leopard cub was back in Halo, being looked after by an old musher. Damien sometimes minded their dogs for them—it was an old favor called in and returned, nothing more. She would be safe and, as Damien glanced up the street, he for a moment imagined her playing gleefully with husky puppies. Meanwhile...
The Trinity Temple rose before him, solid and patient as ever, and Damien stepped up alongside the others.Theea was there soon after, quick with her grin, her shoulder bump landing against him like she knew he’d be the wall to steady her. Damien’s mouth tugged at one corner, almost hidden in his beard, as he met her eye. “Cute, huh?” he arched one eyebrow, “don't know if that's the word I'd use.” His tone carried a dry amusement, but his glance lingered half a beat longer than it should have before he looked back at the page at hand.
On his other side, Thorn’s voice cut in, warm as ever.
Damien blinked, then huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” His head tilted slightly, taking in Hawthorn ’s appearance and easy grin, an edge of surprise softening into something almost fond. “Guess I should've. You’ve got a habit of showing up where you’re needed.”
He tested the axe's grip in his palm, before settling it against his shoulder. “Hopefully you don’t have to patch any of us up. But if it comes to it—it'll be good to have you here.” He glanced over at Theea with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
Then his gaze returned to Deimos, the weight of the job pulling him steady again. “Alright. Let’s get it done.”
What Damien brought: crossbow, battle axe (from the armory ;) thx), leather backpack with tools and supplies
Aria wasn’t with him. The snow leopard cub was back in Halo, being looked after by an old musher. Damien sometimes minded their dogs for them—it was an old favor called in and returned, nothing more. She would be safe and, as Damien glanced up the street, he for a moment imagined her playing gleefully with husky puppies. Meanwhile...
The Trinity Temple rose before him, solid and patient as ever, and Damien stepped up alongside the others.
On his other side, Thorn’s voice cut in, warm as ever.
Damien blinked, then huffed something that might’ve been a laugh. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” His head tilted slightly, taking in Hawthorn ’s appearance and easy grin, an edge of surprise softening into something almost fond. “Guess I should've. You’ve got a habit of showing up where you’re needed.”
He tested the axe's grip in his palm, before settling it against his shoulder. “Hopefully you don’t have to patch any of us up. But if it comes to it—it'll be good to have you here.” He glanced over at Theea with a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
Then his gaze returned to Deimos, the weight of the job pulling him steady again. “Alright. Let’s get it done.”
What Damien brought: crossbow, battle axe (from the armory ;) thx), leather backpack with tools and supplies
i speak for the trees
and they hate you bro
and they hate you bro
