black-eyed and remembering fire
for Wessex
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster

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#1
DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Deimos faced his instruction from Safrin with a suitable amount of trepidation, dread, and apprehension. While they were figments that encompassed growth, development, and a release of so many suppressed dominions, it also meant he’d be forced to play a role of his own making – instead of standing aside in the shadows, instead of pressing everything down, down, down, into the gallows, into the drowning fathoms. A difficult, habitual pattern to break, when it’d been his shelter and sanctuary for so long – pretending everything was fine, that remaining reticent and impassive was a method and means of survival.

The latest misinterpretation of his few words and nonchalant actions had taken place over Deepfrost, through a series of volleying multitudes and misunderstandings. In all regularity, the Sword would’ve avoided this outcome entirely. He had no need to seek the Wraith out again. He didn’t want to. They’d parted ways in segments of hostility, misplaced anger, and rash, harsh judgements, and he’d be content in his derision and rancor for a lifetime.

Which was why the moment embedded itself as the first task. From here, he could likely seek out Sunjata along the Torchline portal, and then round back towards the mountains when all was said and done. It wouldn’t be quick. It wouldn’t be simple. And he knew that was the intention, but he still wanted to meet it head-on, like a obstinate, defiant infidel.

The Sword sent a notice Wessex’s way, an invitation to meet and discuss prior circumstances, but didn’t wander towards her office. Instead, he meandered down to former ramparts and sanctuaries, and stared, hands in his pockets, in front of the building that had christened him as General – before, before, before everything came crumbling down. Where it’d been a jagged, burnt scar the last time he’d meandered through, it had now begun to be repaired, changed, and altered; and so the last bit of him to remain along this earth seemed to dissipate alongside it. Zuriel remained at his side, noble head tilting vaguely, while Belial hovered, gliding over cobblestones and dirt paths.
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
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#2
I write sins, not tragedies
Deimos’s letter arrives and in the moments after reading it, she thinks she understands Edy a little bit better now; the urge to use the piece of paper as a rag lurks in the back of her head, but alas, she doesn’t need to shit anymore so there goes that utterly satisfying, secret fuck you.

She burns it instead, casually tossing the note into one of Daphne’s fires.

The time of the request passes and he does not show.

After waiting for far longer than she should have, Wessex abruptly rises and calls for Loki, ready to stretch her legs and put this foolishness, this additional slight out of her mind. Dragon and her mini-dragon-adorned companion leave Theskyra House for the fresh Flowerbirth air, taking a winding path through the Settlement towards the Ruins.

It’s only through happenstance that she’s passing by the husk of the old Barracks and she sees the former General, staring at it, hands in pockets, as if he - what - might bring it back to life? Burn it all over again. Wessex pauses and crosses her bare arms over her chest, silent while Loki screeches her desire to keep going overhead.
WESSEX
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#3
DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Belial gave the first sign of Wessex’s appearance – the Sword otherwise distracted, set apart in his own head and thoughts. The precursor of another’s stance coiled along the peryton’s expanse, and the General watched the plumage of his companion’s feathers stiffen, a rigid distinction he too might have employed and regarded, given enough opportunity.

Instead, he followed the line of the young deer’s sight, towards the dragon overhead, and then the Wraith herself.

“Wessex,” he nodded, the only way of greeting he could embody right now. Where to start or where to begin or where to dig further into the platitudes of where they left off – bitterness, rancor, her open and baffling, perplexing rage, and his calm, reticent, defiant void in the midst of all of it – was a complex network his machinations could only harbor and harpoon for so long on their own. The monolith warded off a sigh, because he already felt it blistering through his chest, and her silence, her accord, meant it was going to be a deluge to muddle and mire through regardless. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

His eyes went over the barracks once more, before his form turned fully towards her – hands still in pockets, portraying no hostility. No threats. No overt menace or malice. Just a beast trying to clear the enigmas.

No asking of how LongNight had fared. He’d already been granted some form of answers from Kiada and Nate. “I wanted to clear up any misunderstandings.” A prompt of sorts, he presumed, that she’d have multitudes to say, as she had the last time they’d spoken. And if not – he could always round back to that mess of a conversation.
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
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#4
I write sins, not tragedies
Though her companion’s feelings regarding the man are quite clear, Loki has spotted the peryton and the curious, bold little dragon is able to separate herself from Wessex in order to investigate. Her screeches fade to something less aggressive - even inquisitive - and she turns on a wing, spiraling down to investigate the unknown.

Wessex, on the other hand, has little interest in the new companion. That Loki has so easily abandoned her to her slow smolder is unfortunate, but perhaps for the better. She doesn’t need emotional reinforcement here. “Deimos.” She nods, accepting his overtures but doing nothing to reciprocate as her arms remain tightly folded across her chest.

Unsure what to expect this time, she takes a few steps closer and gestures for him to continue, figuring she has little to say until after he finishes, and even that is a murky horizon.
WESSEX
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#5
DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
For as young as Belial was, he’d clearly seen some things in the midsts of Halo. At Loki’s approach, his spine grew tauter, straighter, rigid, unbending, a hallmark of Deimos’ initial guards and defenses – but the deer only had memories of draconic entities. Of much larger foes. So while she spiraled to investigate and engage, the carnivorous youth hissed and bellowed, fangs conveyed, hackles raised. Zuriel, half-inclined to watch the proceedings between the Wraith and General, only lifted her head to roll her eyes at the flying companions.

The Sword didn’t embody or exude Belial’s stance, but the reticence remained clear and distinct, the impassivity, the thresholds of walls up and up and up. And while he’d been advised against the ramparts, the fortifications, he doubted he would ever truly dissipate defenses around Wessex. He didn’t trust her. Any of those notions from years ago had long since been removed in the parting of ways, in the directions they’d both maneuvered towards, old and new gods, and everything else scattered in between.

He waited, and wasn’t surprised to find she gave nothing but his name. A few steps and then naught more; causing his eyes to narrow in suspicion, and then give way to an arched brow, a sullen sigh coiled in his chest once more. It exuded on a very slow, withering breath, before he began. “I do not hate you,” which she seemed to have perceived by the irate cataclysms she’d exuded within Halo’s barracks, bombarding and barraging upon him because he’d wanted her to use a damned item. “But I worry about your decisions and the lives effected by them.” Those considered his family, his friends.
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
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#6
I write sins, not tragedies
That was what she’d interrupted her day for?

More unasked for judgements disguised as ‘clearing up misunderstandings?’

No. No, no, no no no. Not in her own backyard.

“Yeah, I know that already.” Wessex scoffs and rolls her eyes and turns on her heels, having no intention of staying to hear anything further. “It’s mutual,” she calls over her shoulder before looking in Loki’s direction - the companion had pulled back at the immediately hostile reaction from the peryton, spurting a little blue-white energy in return. Not enough to reach the other or hurt it in any way, but a small display of indignation and half-hearted dominance.

“Loki.” The dragon heeds her bonded’s request and follows, the two of them heading back the way they came. There are plenty of other ways to get to the Ruins without having to interact with hypocrites.
WESSEX
Deimos Ignatius
the Resurrected Sword
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#7
DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Well, this had been a complete waste of time.

He should’ve known that going in – but the Sword couldn’t say he hadn’t tried; which was more than the Wraith had attempted. At the very least, there was nothing owed, nothing gained, nothing altered, nothing changed, nothing sunken in but the mutual considerations one had for the other.

And truth be told, he truly didn’t care what Wessex thought of him. She could have her hypocrisies and half-truths, her victim complexes and beliefs. The world would spin and spit them back out again anyway. If she couldn’t be bothered to listen, then he wouldn’t persist.

With the peryton’s feathers thoroughly ruffled, Deimos took hold of him, and offered a one-fingered salute to the Wrath’s retreating back, before hastening his way towards Torchline and its storms, Zuriel following suit.

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