DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos shouldn’t have found chaos easier; but there he was, just the same, settled amidst the bedlam. In honesty, theirs was a hustle and bustle of movement and motion, ensuring safety and shelter – rather than what he could imagine the other side looked. They’d done similar motions before – quick evacuations away from burning buildings in the middle of LongNight a significant highlight – but at least quick, swift decisions had been made before the inevitable; much less suffering, much more protection. As more things transpired, organized to a fault, he leaned forward, scratching the top of Belial’s head and scratching more things off the list.
His attention snapped upwards at the sound of his name, focus immediately upon Koa. He probably should’ve expected the Dragoon, given the younger man’s own propensity for shielding and striving, but for some reason he hadn’t presumed he’d be journeying to Halo. “Dragoon Koa,” he nodded, granting a small smile if they were still going to be on titles. A short bout of scrutiny followed, noting the patchiness and worried lines, but saying naught; all those notions were understandable, given the current state of things. Rising from his seat, he tucked the parchment away into the deep pockets of his coat, listened to Belial greet Koa and Pip with a sharp yip. “You are welcome. We have more inn space and the shelter too, should there be more rounds.” He didn’t presume others would come; Halo was rarely anyone’s premier destination (despite his internal bias; he knew it wasn’t a shared one). Chancing another glance, he tilted his head, studying. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?”
His attention snapped upwards at the sound of his name, focus immediately upon Koa. He probably should’ve expected the Dragoon, given the younger man’s own propensity for shielding and striving, but for some reason he hadn’t presumed he’d be journeying to Halo. “Dragoon Koa,” he nodded, granting a small smile if they were still going to be on titles. A short bout of scrutiny followed, noting the patchiness and worried lines, but saying naught; all those notions were understandable, given the current state of things. Rising from his seat, he tucked the parchment away into the deep pockets of his coat, listened to Belial greet Koa and Pip with a sharp yip. “You are welcome. We have more inn space and the shelter too, should there be more rounds.” He didn’t presume others would come; Halo was rarely anyone’s premier destination (despite his internal bias; he knew it wasn’t a shared one). Chancing another glance, he tilted his head, studying. “How are you doing? Do you need anything?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
