DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
There wouldn’t be any need to lead; Deimos fell in step, knowing the way down paths and routes, trails and streets, committed to memory over cycles of patrols, striving for a larger goal than inevitably shifted into an entirely different region. He made no mention of it; he’d now spent more years in Halo than he had in the Grounds, but some portions still stuck to his ribs every now and again, especially after seasons of trying to find a familiar bakery steeple in the distance, or abandoning all their ambitions and aspirations to other realms – no talks of sedition in basements, no scrawling hints and whispers of rebellion amidst festivals. It’d gone to other sanctions and particulars; from fighting Ascended to the Family, war upon war until there they all were again, standing in dust, ruins, and the new.
“I figured you would be up for it,” he chiseled back with a slight grin, easing off the wayward ghosts as they rounded corners and came upon the building. The alterations were obvious; re-structured after multiple calamities, but the essence remained. Maybe more people filtering in and out. Maybe new walls and frames. The backbone and purpose were still there though, and that would be enough. His eyes still scanned the armaments as they passed with nothing more than a light smirk, and then they were back into the drier fields, and he ignored the great swath of memories peeling over his mind. “Let me know when you are ready,” as he took his place, stalking several yards away.
Upon the signal, he ignited a large conflagration of flame, intentionally bearing down upon Astaroth as if it were a sweeping wall.
1/4
“I figured you would be up for it,” he chiseled back with a slight grin, easing off the wayward ghosts as they rounded corners and came upon the building. The alterations were obvious; re-structured after multiple calamities, but the essence remained. Maybe more people filtering in and out. Maybe new walls and frames. The backbone and purpose were still there though, and that would be enough. His eyes still scanned the armaments as they passed with nothing more than a light smirk, and then they were back into the drier fields, and he ignored the great swath of memories peeling over his mind. “Let me know when you are ready,” as he took his place, stalking several yards away.
Upon the signal, he ignited a large conflagration of flame, intentionally bearing down upon Astaroth as if it were a sweeping wall.
1/4
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
