Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
There was an art to the way they shared space, comfortable and quiet, tranquil and full of repose, so he combined the edges of sketches with hers; interlacing natural, wooden trellises with her fanciful wisteria whims. It’d be easy to meld and tie the lanterns there too, lights and company no matter what time of day – and he nodded along at their conformed ideas, brushstrokes of charcoal still following the routes and patterns.“Dancing,” came on a grumble and a light snort, because his methods were usually to bulldoze and trample with little grace but multitudes of fortitude. “And then an escape to a honeymoon?” Which was a far better idea to his mind; the Halovians could have their liquor and intrigue, gossip and phallic fireworks, while they ducked away elsewhere. He sent her the barest notions of a hopeful glance, perhaps enough to entice for shorter durations and more luring, beguiling affairs.
He wasn’t bothered by Alys knowing, and only heaved sentiments of a sigh thereafter on other parallels. “I have not told Noah yet,” because timing wasn’t great, and they weren’t going to adhere to Noah’s curse and mistakes, no need to delay due to one individual -
Though the timing did make his eyes widen slightly, then glance back down at the picture and notes, striving to see it all within his mind. “Probably feasible. Maybe in the middle?” Enough instances, weeks, and days to put everything together, and still tend to Halo at large; especially with the aspects of a smaller ceremony.
Deimos only leaned back to gaze at her twirling pencil at the mention of white (because he knew better and it’d take all of five seconds for any ivory suit of his to be covered in dirt, blood, mud, or any other combination). “I can probably find a color that would go with your train,” and avoid the alabaster hues altogether on his own pieces. As for the décor and hues alongside, while Ru might not’ve been pleased (he presumed she’d rather something outlandish and loud – but that was neither of them), the Sword was fine with the arrangement. “Those could work.”
