Damien
there's some good in this
world worth fighting for
world worth fighting for
Damien’s mouth twitched at Remi’s comparison, dark eyes dropping to Aria, who was practically vibrating under the attention. “Sounds about right,” he muttered, shaking his head slightly in amusement.
He let the cub’s satisfied purr fill the pause, gaze flicking toward the Pool when Remi mentioned Ashe again. “Halo has a way of holding onto people,” Damien said after a moment. “Some longer than others.” His tone wasn’t bitter—just factual, a man who knew the bite of winter better than most.
The line about Theea drew him back, a low chuckle rising in his chest. “Tame, huh? That’s one word for her.” His grin crooked, wry and amused. “Sounds like she’s in good company, at least.”
But when Remi mentioned Flora, Damien’s expression shifted. He tilted his head, weighing the man with a quieter curiosity. “Family means a lot to her. To both of them, I think.” His voice softened, steady in a way that felt more earnest than casual. “And at least they’ve got people like you and Ronin looking out for them, if they do get into trouble together.” He smirked at that.
He hesitated, thumb brushing over an old scar on his arm. “Me, I’ve mostly been on my own. Closest thing I’ve got is her, now.” His gaze dipped briefly to Aria, who was sprawled on Remi’s boot, purring like she’d staked permanent claim. The faintest smile tugged at his mouth before he looked back up.
“You’ve got ties on every side — Theea, Flora, Ronin, even the gods.." His tone stayed even, respectful, but there was curiosity beneath it. “If you don't mind my asking, Remi... was being a demigod something you chose? Or something that chose you?”
He let the cub’s satisfied purr fill the pause, gaze flicking toward the Pool when Remi mentioned Ashe again. “Halo has a way of holding onto people,” Damien said after a moment. “Some longer than others.” His tone wasn’t bitter—just factual, a man who knew the bite of winter better than most.
The line about Theea drew him back, a low chuckle rising in his chest. “Tame, huh? That’s one word for her.” His grin crooked, wry and amused. “Sounds like she’s in good company, at least.”
But when Remi mentioned Flora, Damien’s expression shifted. He tilted his head, weighing the man with a quieter curiosity. “Family means a lot to her. To both of them, I think.” His voice softened, steady in a way that felt more earnest than casual. “And at least they’ve got people like you and Ronin looking out for them, if they do get into trouble together.” He smirked at that.
He hesitated, thumb brushing over an old scar on his arm. “Me, I’ve mostly been on my own. Closest thing I’ve got is her, now.” His gaze dipped briefly to Aria, who was sprawled on Remi’s boot, purring like she’d staked permanent claim. The faintest smile tugged at his mouth before he looked back up.
“You’ve got ties on every side — Theea, Flora, Ronin, even the gods.." His tone stayed even, respectful, but there was curiosity beneath it. “If you don't mind my asking, Remi... was being a demigod something you chose? Or something that chose you?”
