Deimos
The last time he’d worked on the wall had been met with multitudes of news – he didn’t expect anything of the sort from this occasion or occurrence, and Deimos would be the first to confess he didn’t know Sah’s son well. Soleil had been far more outgoing, exuberant, and wild in her youthful abandon, while Luka had been reserved – of which the Sword could understand wholeheartedly.
Still, he didn’t intend to make it awkward for the younger man. Dragging his sled along, with his companions alongside, his eyes went to the supplies amidst the vessel, before rounding back upon the Accepted. “Thank you for helping,” a tone and conviction he firmly meant – the walls were encompassing, massive, and some of their first defenses against threats to their wintry world. That Luka had been willing to assist in the matters meant multitudes to Halo at large. “How are you doing?” First and foremost, before they could meander to the true matters at hand.
Like the slight hole that had formed at the base of this side of the wall.
Still, he didn’t intend to make it awkward for the younger man. Dragging his sled along, with his companions alongside, his eyes went to the supplies amidst the vessel, before rounding back upon the Accepted. “Thank you for helping,” a tone and conviction he firmly meant – the walls were encompassing, massive, and some of their first defenses against threats to their wintry world. That Luka had been willing to assist in the matters meant multitudes to Halo at large. “How are you doing?” First and foremost, before they could meander to the true matters at hand.
Like the slight hole that had formed at the base of this side of the wall.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
