DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos prided himself on not flinching at Amalia’s name, though he glanced downward, feeling the residual pain begin to string itself along his spine. He’d asked, after all, not knowing she’d been involved. Blinking steadily and summoning that reticent strength, he simply listened to the descriptions and experiences, rather than the individuals involved. Damage. And he’d likely be among the few in Halo capable of withstanding such a force. Would Noah be able to? Trying, striving, to determine who’d be interested in the scale of vitriol.
The notions thereafter too, of the Fae opting for similar propositions, caused his trail of thoughts to wander out loud once more. I wonder if I could simply block it off. Then he nodded, permitting the information to slip into the back of his mind, saving it for later possibilities and multitudes. At the very least, there were choices available, and that had been better than nothing at all.
The Sword managed a snort at Remi’s sigh and scruples towards the Flood, though the humor was probably dark. It would probably do everyone a world of good.
His brow arched significantly at the Lullaby’s next statement though – offering a smile in return that reached just the edges and corners of his mouth. Obliging with a mirrored head tilt, and his eyes shifting over the sands, he pondered over the complexities, a low, deep rumble along the measures of Attuned bonds. What of your binding to Ludo? Do you find it to be a blessing? Or something else entirely?
The notions thereafter too, of the Fae opting for similar propositions, caused his trail of thoughts to wander out loud once more. I wonder if I could simply block it off. Then he nodded, permitting the information to slip into the back of his mind, saving it for later possibilities and multitudes. At the very least, there were choices available, and that had been better than nothing at all.
The Sword managed a snort at Remi’s sigh and scruples towards the Flood, though the humor was probably dark. It would probably do everyone a world of good.
His brow arched significantly at the Lullaby’s next statement though – offering a smile in return that reached just the edges and corners of his mouth. Obliging with a mirrored head tilt, and his eyes shifting over the sands, he pondered over the complexities, a low, deep rumble along the measures of Attuned bonds. What of your binding to Ludo? Do you find it to be a blessing? Or something else entirely?
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
