DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
And here was where Seren earned the Sword’s reticence. He’d relinquish bits and pieces of himself, per her mother’s instructions, to be more open, to be more free, but he wouldn’t subject Halo to the same degree or accord. Not for a land under his protection, his multitudes, his power. What she seemed ignorant of was that a proportion of its precision rested in that isolation, that desolation – not many yearned to come. Or that it had been cut off and survived before the barrier fell. Or that Deepfrost still froze over proportions of the Fangs, effectively leaving them with naught but their own wiles and means in the winter landscape anyway,
That Halo stood, tough and strong and stalwart, well before the Voice had finagled her way in.
His eyes narrowed briefly, and he said none of this, suddenly wondering if information was damned and due to be shared with Stormbreak. A sharpening, an unyielding proportion came over his form, and the smile was entirely gone, replaced with a drawn, stoic line, as his eyes went downward once more, studying, perusing, the Aurora Basin laid out before him. The former land he’d reigned upon had never heralded intruders, save for wolves, due to its damning strength. Halo had already begun striving to orchestrate and create its own means of produce; so it wouldn’t have to constantly force some manner of trade, but what about another way of traversing? Of not using the portal?
How were they to cut through? “Are you suggesting an alternative means?” He finally lent into the wake, chiseling and sculpting the words out.
That Halo stood, tough and strong and stalwart, well before the Voice had finagled her way in.
His eyes narrowed briefly, and he said none of this, suddenly wondering if information was damned and due to be shared with Stormbreak. A sharpening, an unyielding proportion came over his form, and the smile was entirely gone, replaced with a drawn, stoic line, as his eyes went downward once more, studying, perusing, the Aurora Basin laid out before him. The former land he’d reigned upon had never heralded intruders, save for wolves, due to its damning strength. Halo had already begun striving to orchestrate and create its own means of produce; so it wouldn’t have to constantly force some manner of trade, but what about another way of traversing? Of not using the portal?
How were they to cut through? “Are you suggesting an alternative means?” He finally lent into the wake, chiseling and sculpting the words out.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
