DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
“If you want,” came the neutral response – though he arched his brow in the direction of the beasts at his side instead. Zuriel, though smug and proud, was often regarded warmly by those who’d been healed and mended by her abilities, and easily bribed. The unicorn’s vanity remained in full as she drew her head upwards, a makeshift tower, and stepped forward to greet the girl with a residual dip of her cranium. Not out of respect, but clearly searching for something in the youth’s palm. “She enjoys treats,” the General attempted to explain, when the mare snorted from the lack of food. He patted her on the neck, and refrained from rolling his eyes; considering the amount of times she’d saved him from doom, damnation, and demise.
Belial, young, eager, and naïve, was far easier to impress, and where he’d already been incredibly obnoxious earlier, paraded right to the forefront, until he could sidle underneath Zuriel’s chest and stick his head out. A forthright eagerness; to be naughty, unruly, or nice was a gamble in itself.
Deimos didn’t quite expect the inquiry that followed, pondering why it would be an issue at all; but then again, she was visiting. “It is fine.” Halo citizens and inhabitants were in and out of the Citadel, the hall of offices (that he currently avoided too), and the like. As for the Palace itself, other than meeting Morgan there once or twice, he tended to not wander into its midst; something ostentatious and pretentious about its attempts at might. The mountains didn’t need any such display. His eyes followed where hers had gone though; at the age-old damage from before, locked away during another LongNight's drastic and demolishing exposition. “An attack from the Eirachi, a few years back, according to the stories.”
Belial, young, eager, and naïve, was far easier to impress, and where he’d already been incredibly obnoxious earlier, paraded right to the forefront, until he could sidle underneath Zuriel’s chest and stick his head out. A forthright eagerness; to be naughty, unruly, or nice was a gamble in itself.
Deimos didn’t quite expect the inquiry that followed, pondering why it would be an issue at all; but then again, she was visiting. “It is fine.” Halo citizens and inhabitants were in and out of the Citadel, the hall of offices (that he currently avoided too), and the like. As for the Palace itself, other than meeting Morgan there once or twice, he tended to not wander into its midst; something ostentatious and pretentious about its attempts at might. The mountains didn’t need any such display. His eyes followed where hers had gone though; at the age-old damage from before, locked away during another LongNight's drastic and demolishing exposition. “An attack from the Eirachi, a few years back, according to the stories.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
