Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
The incantations loomed, high and mighty, descending upon his crowd of soldiers in a mighty deluge. Some fought back with curses, oaths, and alterations, some could do nothing but groan and laugh as the droplets cascaded. They only ceased for a moment when another clambered nearby, each swiftly turning their heads in the direction of the newcomer. If Deimos was surprised, he only showed it with the brief widening of his eyes, and the curious tilt of his head.this is who we were
Deimos hadn’t spoken to Noah, nor vice versa, since their last encounter, and had no inclination on where they stood with one another. Perhaps the Forsaken was still disgruntled over their last discussion, but given how he’d threatened every Halovian’s livelihood, acted like a child, and had yet to uphold any accountability or apology, the Sword had no intentions of being the first to approach. There was a learning curve instilled, and he’d hoped, given enough time and space, that the demigod would figure out where the errors had been made. The Warden would defend his friend, but also ensure there was some manner of growth; regardless of hurt feelings or barbed animosity.
The hostility wasn’t in his frame as he turned to stare at Noah – waiting for some inevitable thing. When nothing seemed forthcoming, his brow arched, but then he unfurled more precisions towards his comrades, altering the stance of his elements into mist and fog.
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
