[Training] fade to indigo

Deimos

before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were

A long sigh threatened to build within his chest, but he remained quiet as always, listening, an ear into the foray of shared grievances. What Noah had said, what Danta had proclaimed, what had come around into the abyss and back out again – a seemingly endless reel and a headache beginning to lure in the back of his skull. What he wouldn’t give to wander back out into his office and shut the door, away from these instances that had already been taken care of, brought back to the forefront again and again; round and round, circular and cyclical, stagnant and abysmal.

But he stayed, perhaps against his better judgement, as the Forsaken offered his long dictation. And maybe it would’ve been fine – though completely out of context – save for the second to last. Calm and composed, even in the wake of Noah’s erupting feelings, he shook his head. “Likely the part of ‘and will continue despite you’, had an air of intimidation to it. You told a sovereign of a land you do not reside within what you would be doing with it.” If anyone had done the same to Noah during his reigning days, Deimos could almost ascertain it wouldn’t have gone well either.

And then the scowl, the hurt, bursting along had his jaw clenching, and the long breath scattering back into the training grounds. “It feels as though you are choosing not to listen. We have had this conversation before. You do not seem to understand or care about the impact you have.” A pause, still composed, not willing to spread sedition or cast pains, but to be done with it. “You already know Danta, and his citizens, are doing something to mitigate the threats.” So what was the point? To bully? To try and domineer? What has happened to you? he wanted to ask, but kept tucked down.

And finally, his eyes locked back on the man. “Despite your perception in my feelings, I have already gone to the Grounds and made amends. For your sake, and Halo’s." For the Sword could, and would, always strive for both. "It is unfortunate you are hurt because I must place the protection and sanctity of this land above your pride. I disapproved of your actions, because I care about you as your friend and Warden. The things you asserted in the Grounds could have been more far more serious.” Then he paused, beginning to shift, entirely done with the conversation that had sparked nothing but the frustration of moments past. “Unless your next words are to resolve this rift between us, I will take my leave.”

this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls