DEIMOS
In another world, he would’ve been able to conquer these emotions, these stupefying sentiments. Within the Basin, there’d been no time to grieve, to mourn, to survey the weight of loss over and over again; incapable of giving into the assemblage of anguish when there was a kingdom to run, uphold, and defend. Instead, he’d rushed headlong into danger and spread his fury, his rage, into the lands within, into honing the shadows, into harpooning adversaries. He couldn’t do that here, nothing to conquer, nothing to consume, nothing to uproot except for himself, and it barreled down in streamlines of constant barrages. While his walls were strong, they could only endure so much force, so much heartbreak, so much damage in one accord – and he’d met his limit, felt it in his bones, in the chiseled, crumbling, cracking fortifications around him.
He withdrew from her, from Chulane, the other man’s words conjuring something else, and his eyes flickered away, watching the gathering of Grounders coming from the portal, managing to make their way home. The beast permitted his figure to be pulled along, with a nod and naught more, not even certain what he was supposed to be doing now.
The Harpy’s words took far longer to sink in than he’d realized, gaze scanning the horizon, the familiar glade, but naught absorbing. He hadn’t asked for the explanation, but maybe it’d been embedded in the statement all along, and the clarity amongst insinuations, predictions, caused him to snort. No wonder she hadn’t been very regretful in her letters; distracted from the volleys of whatever Halo horrors they faced by Chulane.
The Sword didn’t have the heart to be a guarded nuisance now; his threatening prowess of if you ever hurt her well within his presence and existence, and he shook his head, glancing from the Harpy to the fellow Attuned while they walked. “You know this means a family dinner.” The words were more pointed, conveyed, to Kiada, and an established warning to Chulane. "Amalia will be glad to see you are well." He wouldn't be able to account for the Shield's reaction to the other man though.
While Deimos might’ve been too tired, too drained, too exhausted, too burdened to give his approval or discontent, Zuriel had no issue. Bounding out of the confines of long grass, and lowering her muzzle to greet Auni with affection, she gave chase to Chulane and Kiada, immediately insinuating her massive head in between the pair.
He withdrew from her, from Chulane, the other man’s words conjuring something else, and his eyes flickered away, watching the gathering of Grounders coming from the portal, managing to make their way home. The beast permitted his figure to be pulled along, with a nod and naught more, not even certain what he was supposed to be doing now.
The Harpy’s words took far longer to sink in than he’d realized, gaze scanning the horizon, the familiar glade, but naught absorbing. He hadn’t asked for the explanation, but maybe it’d been embedded in the statement all along, and the clarity amongst insinuations, predictions, caused him to snort. No wonder she hadn’t been very regretful in her letters; distracted from the volleys of whatever Halo horrors they faced by Chulane.
The Sword didn’t have the heart to be a guarded nuisance now; his threatening prowess of if you ever hurt her well within his presence and existence, and he shook his head, glancing from the Harpy to the fellow Attuned while they walked. “You know this means a family dinner.” The words were more pointed, conveyed, to Kiada, and an established warning to Chulane. "Amalia will be glad to see you are well." He wouldn't be able to account for the Shield's reaction to the other man though.
While Deimos might’ve been too tired, too drained, too exhausted, too burdened to give his approval or discontent, Zuriel had no issue. Bounding out of the confines of long grass, and lowering her muzzle to greet Auni with affection, she gave chase to Chulane and Kiada, immediately insinuating her massive head in between the pair.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
