Deimos
To the Sword, the Sentinel was the embodiment of Halo and its strength, its balance, its quiet fortitude. While Deimos could represent those aspects too, he still would never be born here, carved straight out of the mountainside. And once he might’ve believed Morgan to be the same, but after all their experiences, trials, tribulations, it was very clear how much more Noah conveyed the designations of the summits. So he’d always be willing to stand alongside the man, through cataclysms and tempests, through aftermaths and calm, temperate moments after the storms.
His gloved hands worked over more iron, adjusting bent and rattled hinges, arching his brow and permitting his mouth to twitch in a semblance of amusement for the upcoming subject. “I know the Fangs have collapsed,” then he shrugged his shoulders, uncertain of beyond – he hadn’t spread his limbs or wings over those particulars yet, not when the Citadel itself still needed repair and work. “Let me know if you want any assistance in preparation,” because for whatever bizarre notion, Deimos had his share of wedding planning under his belt. "What are some of the Halo traditions?"
His gloved hands worked over more iron, adjusting bent and rattled hinges, arching his brow and permitting his mouth to twitch in a semblance of amusement for the upcoming subject. “I know the Fangs have collapsed,” then he shrugged his shoulders, uncertain of beyond – he hadn’t spread his limbs or wings over those particulars yet, not when the Citadel itself still needed repair and work. “Let me know if you want any assistance in preparation,” because for whatever bizarre notion, Deimos had his share of wedding planning under his belt. "What are some of the Halo traditions?"
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
