Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
Frey’s Breath had been a lifeline and source of mending prowess for years now – contorting and carrying the potential of lilies, or soothing subjects. An inspiration for their own cultivated springs within Halo (especially for a second iteration after the first was destroyed), it only seemed just and right to return, amidst the constant warm plumes and rushes of steam.
Deimos had long since pulled his hair back into a messy bun, sleeves shoved upwards as the climate changed from chilling Halo winds to naught but the thick, Climb air. Amidst their gathered, he created a multitude of buckets, all uniform and correct and identical, to eventually take home. Lining them along the embankment and rocks for both Iskra and Noah to take, he shrugged, letting the trepidations ease away. “Nice to be here and not in a panic,” came on a grin, granting some indulgence for what they’d done time after time, moment after moment, in the threshold of the horrendous, visiting Family. Here it was a lot less luck and fortune, and more tangible means to an end.
Beginning to roll his pantlegs upwards too and wading into the relaxing balms of the water, he snagged at a bucket, dipping it below the surface.
Deimos had long since pulled his hair back into a messy bun, sleeves shoved upwards as the climate changed from chilling Halo winds to naught but the thick, Climb air. Amidst their gathered, he created a multitude of buckets, all uniform and correct and identical, to eventually take home. Lining them along the embankment and rocks for both Iskra and Noah to take, he shrugged, letting the trepidations ease away. “Nice to be here and not in a panic,” came on a grin, granting some indulgence for what they’d done time after time, moment after moment, in the threshold of the horrendous, visiting Family. Here it was a lot less luck and fortune, and more tangible means to an end.
Beginning to roll his pantlegs upwards too and wading into the relaxing balms of the water, he snagged at a bucket, dipping it below the surface.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
