DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
A swift nod indicated through his inner workings and outer motions, incantations instilling another rise of a smaller peak, adjusting heights and variables, pondering how best to display the auroras when Seren countered with meeting the others. A vague inclination of his head manifested another small tilt, as if he were studying, concentrating, and processing the wake before him. “I have seen Tanau. In the Climb.” After snagging at lilies, after striving to render cures. “He assisted us with the leviathan.” How, Deimos couldn’t say. He’d followed orders of extending shelter, and ducked below the mounds of earth while the seasonal, elemental figure worked. “But I do not know of the others.” Somewhere out there, in the midst of everything else.
His eyes flickered back to her as she commented on the beauty of the range exuding from his hands, and he sighed, adjusting the pervading of puffs of air, coiling, cooling, into a wider smile. “It was.” And they’d been proud of those frozen roots and glacial preambles, the might, the weight, the destruction behind its breathtaking accord. The grin dimmed somewhat though, when she asked if he missed it – uncertain how to answer when it everything had been altered, destroyed, tainted, and ignited, under another false god’s lies and oaths. Perhaps it’d been for the best that he’d already taken his final breaths well before then – he couldn’t imagine himself capable of seeing those illustrious summits taken down, smothered, and consumed by shadow. “Even if I did, it would not matter. It is gone.”
So he had his memories, and pieces of that world still here: Kiada, Hotaru. Rexanna’s memorial.
He shook his head and went no deeper – lofting an inquiry back in turn while he polished off more snow from a cavern threatening to go asunder. “What prompted your visit to Halo?” Not often a destination spot – that was Torchline.
His eyes flickered back to her as she commented on the beauty of the range exuding from his hands, and he sighed, adjusting the pervading of puffs of air, coiling, cooling, into a wider smile. “It was.” And they’d been proud of those frozen roots and glacial preambles, the might, the weight, the destruction behind its breathtaking accord. The grin dimmed somewhat though, when she asked if he missed it – uncertain how to answer when it everything had been altered, destroyed, tainted, and ignited, under another false god’s lies and oaths. Perhaps it’d been for the best that he’d already taken his final breaths well before then – he couldn’t imagine himself capable of seeing those illustrious summits taken down, smothered, and consumed by shadow. “Even if I did, it would not matter. It is gone.”
So he had his memories, and pieces of that world still here: Kiada, Hotaru. Rexanna’s memorial.
He shook his head and went no deeper – lofting an inquiry back in turn while he polished off more snow from a cavern threatening to go asunder. “What prompted your visit to Halo?” Not often a destination spot – that was Torchline.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
