DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
While Gideon might have worn into an assemblage of disgust, Deimos remained in his indifferent fixtures. He kept his hands busy on the stays, before stepping away, prodding at the saddle bags to ensure they were tightly snug. Zuriel gave him a look that indicated far too many things at once, and he tread lightly, wary, cautious, rigid and composed all the time. Another tilt of his head indicated his curiosity over the portals – because it was all they’d known and understood for some time. He could stretch his wings, others could teleport, some accessed the sky boats. The mountains had yet to be favored in the latter direction; and he wondered if that was for political reasons, or the amount of Ascended beginning to meander their way into the touches, the fringes. “It was all we had initially.” Save for walking, traversing longer and longer distances; unaware and ignorant of what else could be manifested. Before Attunements or stronger thresholds of incantations. Tones methodical, his inquiries persisted. “Do you only use the skyports then?” If those were a safer means of travel?
The Sword continued in his listening parameters though – always an instinctual pull towards inquisition. While Gideon might have been biased in his persecutions, who was to say there was no truth in the manner? In the matter? What more was the Voice capable of? “Do you know if the Voice caused the latest sickness?” It’d been an ongoing theory of his, and only because of the blight beforehand. What other alterations could be made to the world? Could blend into the rapacity and avarice? His thoughts wandered briefly to Halo – isolated and cold, and his jaw clenched.
He nearly laughed at the subtle change. Someone like you indeed. He took it as less than an insult, having heard far worse and staying apathetic about it. “Almost as good?” The lightest of snickers came on the fringes of his mouth, and then disappeared altogether as the next topic lingered. He didn’t know this individual. And he’d never made a step towards priests in any other life. The fundamental lack of trust instilled too much in his bones, in his blood, and so he barely maneuvered about the surface. “I am aware of where I errored.” The loss of a land intertwined with the way he couldn’t, wouldn’t, be chained, tied, and tethered. “I presumed I would correct the failure.” Fingers intertwined haphazardly in Zuriel’s mane, tugging at the braids. “Would that be enough?”
The Sword continued in his listening parameters though – always an instinctual pull towards inquisition. While Gideon might have been biased in his persecutions, who was to say there was no truth in the manner? In the matter? What more was the Voice capable of? “Do you know if the Voice caused the latest sickness?” It’d been an ongoing theory of his, and only because of the blight beforehand. What other alterations could be made to the world? Could blend into the rapacity and avarice? His thoughts wandered briefly to Halo – isolated and cold, and his jaw clenched.
He nearly laughed at the subtle change. Someone like you indeed. He took it as less than an insult, having heard far worse and staying apathetic about it. “Almost as good?” The lightest of snickers came on the fringes of his mouth, and then disappeared altogether as the next topic lingered. He didn’t know this individual. And he’d never made a step towards priests in any other life. The fundamental lack of trust instilled too much in his bones, in his blood, and so he barely maneuvered about the surface. “I am aware of where I errored.” The loss of a land intertwined with the way he couldn’t, wouldn’t, be chained, tied, and tethered. “I presumed I would correct the failure.” Fingers intertwined haphazardly in Zuriel’s mane, tugging at the braids. “Would that be enough?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
