DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Inquisitive and observant by nature, he manage to watch several other figures manifest near her creation – stormfronts of knights and guards, muffling a laugh once more. But then he was distracted by the other monologue, where his suspicions of her origin were confirmed (who else would place their child among the stars?), listening quietly, silently, permitting the sweeping indulgences of a youth who had spent a long while within the sky. Deimos couldn’t quite relate; mortal through and through, born beside the sea and staying there until a call to arms resonated and reverberated, and then doing so again when he’d wandered into Helovia. Until he perished. Until he rose again.
Knowing Safrin, Seren would be able to return to those constellations and galaxies when the time was right. But Outlanders, like himself, wouldn’t be permitted the same. Some homes were destroyed. Some were altered. And in some cases; it didn’t matter. The Voice had tethered them here.
But with more foundational purposes came Torchline, then Stormbreak. And a more calculating air took over his mind, never far from the roots, structure, or sculpting of his being, nodding at her predilections. “What is Stormbreak like?” And why she wasn’t there likely had its own story.
The subject altering to Noah once more had his brow arching, head tilting to justify a response, while more snow flickered into his hand, roughening an outline of twin monoliths for the entrance of the Basin’s borders. “Relatively. We work on the council together. He is quiet, loyal to Halo, and the people. Seems willing to help in whatever situation.” Had assisted him when the Sword was combatting the sickness and had absolutely no idea who he was at any given moment. The General considered Noah a friend; which was probably why the anglings of a smirk began to emerge along the corners of his mouth. “Why do you ask?”
Knowing Safrin, Seren would be able to return to those constellations and galaxies when the time was right. But Outlanders, like himself, wouldn’t be permitted the same. Some homes were destroyed. Some were altered. And in some cases; it didn’t matter. The Voice had tethered them here.
But with more foundational purposes came Torchline, then Stormbreak. And a more calculating air took over his mind, never far from the roots, structure, or sculpting of his being, nodding at her predilections. “What is Stormbreak like?” And why she wasn’t there likely had its own story.
The subject altering to Noah once more had his brow arching, head tilting to justify a response, while more snow flickered into his hand, roughening an outline of twin monoliths for the entrance of the Basin’s borders. “Relatively. We work on the council together. He is quiet, loyal to Halo, and the people. Seems willing to help in whatever situation.” Had assisted him when the Sword was combatting the sickness and had absolutely no idea who he was at any given moment. The General considered Noah a friend; which was probably why the anglings of a smirk began to emerge along the corners of his mouth. “Why do you ask?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
