DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Another surprise rendered upon his features, though this one was far more calculating and musing than the previous one – the arch to his brow, the vague tilt to his head, the way his eyes flickered along branches and brambles in thought. He’d expected something along the lines of other quests they’d measured for Halo: the greenhouse, the way the Citadel remained hospitable year-round. “Do you mean shrines? Could be something to ask Frey,” the Sword pondered, standing at the threshold of the same deity. He couldn’t be certain on how that being would face such an inquiry; not like Safrin, who craved worship. “And we have enough space in Whitebrim.” Gods knew that mess could still be honed into something beyond cannibal ruins and the recent waystation.
But with time becoming something so paramount, and with other factions hovering in the distance, he wondered about the ramifications of it all, eventually turning his gaze back to the courier. “Perhaps after the war?”
But with time becoming something so paramount, and with other factions hovering in the distance, he wondered about the ramifications of it all, eventually turning his gaze back to the courier. “Perhaps after the war?”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
