DEIMOS
He waited for her response, arms still folded over his chest, considering and weighing out the options. Missing the flush on her cheeks, for it would’ve certainly earned a comment just to be juvenile and mischievous, he instead continued staring at the patch of soil, envisioning how to best utilize it. “Vegetables. Herbs, mostly. Enough to sustain ourselves.” Much like the greenhouse in Halo – though with the better climate, it’d be able to remain without a protective dome. And the man had no need for flowers. The Sword marched diligently towards the spot, and began turning over the soil with his Earth incantations, mind wheedling over the complexities, taking hold of the ground, measuring out the expanse without lifting a finger.
Mostly because he was going to be taunting and teasing and wanted to be able to free up some proportions just to be devilish. He tilted his head back in her direction, the airs of a smirk beginning to settle around in a haphazard, boyish grin, perhaps the only warning she’d receive, while he toiled and worked. “So, you and Noah.”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
