[SE] threads with knots

DEIMOS

what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength

And maybe it was bizarre to think about birthday parties when there were other looming paradoxes to battle and wage upon, but for now, it was an alternative to mooring in the tangible threads of dread. He managed to withhold his snort at Remi’s initial response, despite the shared accord. Deimos hid his smile behind the mug instead, pausing in thought, taking a drink, and then placing it downward. “I am tempted to do much the same.” Loom in the background, some other ominous beacon in the shadows, and not cause a scene or a fuss. By way of explanation, though there was boyish and juvenile wrinkle to his nose that suggested that primordial pettiness was still alive and well in his rancorous, bitter edges, his head tilted, the rumble and petulance following. “I promised to be supportive,” countered on a long sigh, as if that was a far more difficult thing than facing the potential nightmares on Starfall.

Because while he could hold a conversation and remain mostly civil with the Flood, he also remembered far too many other disastrous things. Especially when paired with Ru.

Though he hadn’t considered Remi, and by extension Ronin’s, strange situation with familial ties as well, and he didn’t envy it at all once his mind had mustered the knots he knew about. Perhaps he should’ve been grateful that they’d never mentioned family dinners in his direction, but likely because Sunjata and Hotaru both knew better. “Ah. Have they mended things?” Maybe Ronin was far more giving than the Sword could ever be; but whether that was in the inclusion of the Valkyrie, Flood, both, or neither, he wasn't sure he understood.

still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke

REMI

the alchemist

Walk me home in the dead of night,
'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

"Well, we can sit silently together." The Bastion chuckles, raising his now-empty teacup in a toast to the utter absurdity of it all. It would ease Remi's mind to know that Deimos would be in attendance when the proposal inevitably happened, though. Even if Flora had him playing bartender, he was sure he could convince the other man to lurk near the bar for the majority of the evening.

"Mended? Oh Gods no. They haven't spoken in years." Sighing, Remi glances at the Flood, silently debating just how much of his and Ronin's baggage to open before the Sword. "Recently Ronin and I discussed the possibility that he perhaps laid a good amount of his upset on Hotaru as a way of trying not to be angry at me." For years it had worked, remarkably well, especially with Hotaru mostly out of their lives. The older Flora grew, though, and with things tentatively rekindled between Knight and Flood, the need to actually address the underlying issue couldn't be ignored. "It went as well as you might expect, and though I think Ronin knows that Hotaru isn't to blame, it....it isn't so easy to let it go."

So say you'll stay with me tonight.
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

DEIMOS

what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength

“One of my favorite pastimes,” he gave with a quirk of a smile, finishing off his own tea. Might as well be two of them brooding ominously from the corners. He had no means or measures to stop Hotaru from making another abysmal mistake, because he’d already tried reasoning with her on multiple occasions, and remaining slightly-above-bitter was about all he had left.

As for other dramatics, the Sword wasn’t surprised on the Ronin and Hotaru side of things. It’d been a difficult and trying time on many intervals, and when he’d heard of the entire saga, he’d been just as floored. While they could all probably say Flora and Enzo had been a blessing in their lives, the rifts and schisms caused had made situations that much worse. The lasting impacts remained, clearly, and made Deimos continue to appreciate his own extended family. So he gave a brief cringe for all their sakes, before staring into his empty mug. “Understandable.” Head tilting, he pondered over the complexities, wrinkling his nose a little. “Hopefully you all find ways of…,” he didn’t want to say restoration, because it may not happen at all. “Making peace with it. Moving forward.” Because he knew what it was like to be stuck in the past – mired and ruined. And sometimes he chose to hang onto that pettiness and spite for dear life.

still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke

REMI

the alchemist

Walk me home in the dead of night,
'Cause I can't be alone with all that's on my mind

"Mmmmmm." Though his head nods, Remi doesn't look even remotely convinced. "So long as they can tolerate one another and there's no bloodshed I'll be happy." That was if said dinner was ever scheduled.

Feeling the stirring of his husband's emotions through the attuned bond, the Bastion turns and glances over his shoulder toward the door. Sighing softly, he glances toward Deimos. "That'll be Ronin." He mumbles, knowing the other man would be able to sense something through the bond, but perhaps not being able to pick it out specifically as the Knight. "I suppose we should..." He shrugs. They didn't really know what they were about to walk into, and having prepared all they could, really all that was left to do was wait for Sunjata to arrive.

"Just leave that, I'll clean it up later." He says of their tea, assuming of course that there would be a later.

~FIN

So say you'll stay with me tonight.
'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!