Deimos
Deimos kept himself from laughing, with great difficulty, as Danta began squirming down the tree. Instead, he strived for some manner of dignity (a great wonder why – he doubted the Ancient would care), tilting his head instead, gaze flickering back to the fire, as he explained. “A part of the Fangs that fell into the sea near Halo.” In other words, the Maverick wouldn’t have crossed it anytime recently.
As for the flames, he sighed, betwixt and between on his feelings surrounding it. Greatly attuned to its power, and wielding it often, he’d be betraying himself if he said he didn’t enjoy the flare, the infernos; but he couldn’t exactly warrant all the destruction. Perhaps they’d have to admit at some point there was necessity in snapping apart dry twigs and eating away at overgrown brush; if only so something could be there, anew and restored. “As long as it is not engulfing the Citadel, I do not mind it,” he grinned. Then a spark of an idea formed; machinations at the ready. “In fact, would you be willing to use it? I need to wield fire defensively for a quest.”
As for the flames, he sighed, betwixt and between on his feelings surrounding it. Greatly attuned to its power, and wielding it often, he’d be betraying himself if he said he didn’t enjoy the flare, the infernos; but he couldn’t exactly warrant all the destruction. Perhaps they’d have to admit at some point there was necessity in snapping apart dry twigs and eating away at overgrown brush; if only so something could be there, anew and restored. “As long as it is not engulfing the Citadel, I do not mind it,” he grinned. Then a spark of an idea formed; machinations at the ready. “In fact, would you be willing to use it? I need to wield fire defensively for a quest.”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
