DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
In time, perhaps they’d all learned that patience could be upheld only for so long. The Sword didn’t have the weight of Vi’s gaze hovering over the breadth of his shoulders, but he could remember the days when Amalia had borne it – and that for all the power and might bestowed into a demigod’s threshold, they were bound to their duties. He hadn’t expected Noah to meander around those realms of failure, to take too long, nor to forgo it without the gravitas and seriousness that it merited, but somewhere along the way, had done just that.
Like in council meetings, hoping to be sent to Stormbreak instead. Perhaps, in those moments, he hadn’t truly understood why - save for his own experiences amidst the Grounds. It was haunted and bleak at its best hours, staunch and stalwart because it had nothing else to do but remain listless and scarred. His gaze went elsewhere for a moment, processing the information – that the man wouldn’t be returning to Halo, and his obligations and commitments there, anytime soon. “All right,” he mustered, after watching two more lightning strikes streak across the distance, jaw clenching, uncertain which void he was staring into. “What made you take so long?” Was the first blunt inquiry, and not the last. “And how will you bring about this grace and power?”
Like in council meetings, hoping to be sent to Stormbreak instead. Perhaps, in those moments, he hadn’t truly understood why - save for his own experiences amidst the Grounds. It was haunted and bleak at its best hours, staunch and stalwart because it had nothing else to do but remain listless and scarred. His gaze went elsewhere for a moment, processing the information – that the man wouldn’t be returning to Halo, and his obligations and commitments there, anytime soon. “All right,” he mustered, after watching two more lightning strikes streak across the distance, jaw clenching, uncertain which void he was staring into. “What made you take so long?” Was the first blunt inquiry, and not the last. “And how will you bring about this grace and power?”
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
