DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Fondness remained despite the feigned protestations, obliging by moving his lips closer to her brow without the need for a headbutt. From there though, he tilted his head, centering himself regardless of his leaning posture or where they ended up; contemplating the strangeness and oddity of the spun out moments.
New leadership amidst the Grounds made his nose wrinkle for an entirely different reason. “I believe it is Dantalion in charge now.” He didn’t know the man well enough to pass a reigning judgement, save for the two instances he’d met up with him. “First time I met him he was caught in a bear trap,” came with a softer snort, a casual shrug of his shoulders. “But no, I believe that was part of the problem too.” The Ancient had taken it upon himself, and certainly not with Noah’s assistance, which had been the primary reason for his movement amidst the Hollowed sanctions. “Apparently Vi was not pleased,” which might have been an understatement, but where the Sword hadn’t been there to witness it, he could only take the Forsaken’s retelling.
All the speculations for Noah’s inward turmoils and tribulations could only go so far; they too had to move forward in the notions and expansions of Halo. Eventually, the man would return to the snowy district, changed and altered from his experiences. And truth be told, Deimos would be content to never be in another meeting ever again.
Alas.
Though he did laugh at her insinuation, making one of his own. “I would much rather hold court in the shower,” pushing off the chair, brushing away on glimpses of air and an arched, purposefully luring, brow. Turning back towards the bedroom, he still listened, eventually rustling through drawers to grab clothes. “Still want training, now more than ever.” Tilting his head, and permitting his voice to echo through the chambers, he recounted their last attempts. “Hadama did seem willing to trade. What are your thoughts?”
New leadership amidst the Grounds made his nose wrinkle for an entirely different reason. “I believe it is Dantalion in charge now.” He didn’t know the man well enough to pass a reigning judgement, save for the two instances he’d met up with him. “First time I met him he was caught in a bear trap,” came with a softer snort, a casual shrug of his shoulders. “But no, I believe that was part of the problem too.” The Ancient had taken it upon himself, and certainly not with Noah’s assistance, which had been the primary reason for his movement amidst the Hollowed sanctions. “Apparently Vi was not pleased,” which might have been an understatement, but where the Sword hadn’t been there to witness it, he could only take the Forsaken’s retelling.
All the speculations for Noah’s inward turmoils and tribulations could only go so far; they too had to move forward in the notions and expansions of Halo. Eventually, the man would return to the snowy district, changed and altered from his experiences. And truth be told, Deimos would be content to never be in another meeting ever again.
Alas.
Though he did laugh at her insinuation, making one of his own. “I would much rather hold court in the shower,” pushing off the chair, brushing away on glimpses of air and an arched, purposefully luring, brow. Turning back towards the bedroom, he still listened, eventually rustling through drawers to grab clothes. “Still want training, now more than ever.” Tilting his head, and permitting his voice to echo through the chambers, he recounted their last attempts. “Hadama did seem willing to trade. What are your thoughts?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
