DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
It took more than a moment to twist his eyes away from the horizon lines, to not fall into that residual sway of melancholy and anguish. At Sah’s words though he flickered his gaze back to the Abandoned, granting and giving a nod in assurances, in unspoken words, in upcoming trials and tribulations. “Of course,” and from there they could depart. With companions in line, with some manners of understanding holstered between them again, and the lingering uncertainties of Hotaru – but perhaps, in time, the latter could be given more than just consternations and dread – capable of winding along the roads of Halo and brightening them for the better.
{FIN}
{FIN}
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
