DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Ships that sailed through the air – a pause in the furrowing of his brow gave way to the tantamounts of curiosity, blatantly staring up into the sky as if they’d appear there. But they didn’t, because this was Halo, and not a region made up of such things, so he was left to his own imagination (usually poorly undone and condemned to scheming instead). He was no fool to the vessels, not with being born right next to sea, so it was only in brief wonderings and parallels, picturing the ships of his youth, or the ones he’d seen drifting along Torchline’s docks, rising through clouds instead of water.
But what made it all the more clear was that Stormbreak, and therefore the Order, might have found a way to manifest their means and roots into the world. Just a little more. Just a little further. More than mere talk and hearsay.
He kept that under wraps too, clenching his jaw only once; eyes glancing at her wayward boat. “I doubt the Warden would see much need.” Considering Morgan was Abandoned herself, and had no inclinations in assisting the Order. Might prefer the continued, persistent isolation if it kept her inhabitants safe.
And then there was the additional caveat and undertones of racism – towards those like himself, and those who’d gone along a much different path. “There are a number of us here.” No shame, but simple truth – and maybe the mountains had become a more protective void that any of them had imagined.
But what made it all the more clear was that Stormbreak, and therefore the Order, might have found a way to manifest their means and roots into the world. Just a little more. Just a little further. More than mere talk and hearsay.
He kept that under wraps too, clenching his jaw only once; eyes glancing at her wayward boat. “I doubt the Warden would see much need.” Considering Morgan was Abandoned herself, and had no inclinations in assisting the Order. Might prefer the continued, persistent isolation if it kept her inhabitants safe.
And then there was the additional caveat and undertones of racism – towards those like himself, and those who’d gone along a much different path. “There are a number of us here.” No shame, but simple truth – and maybe the mountains had become a more protective void that any of them had imagined.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
