DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Attending an event nearly exclusively for Abandoned and Stormbreak citizens sent off every alarm in his body. In days of old, it would’ve signaled a definitive trap, a snare, and those primordial modicums in his mind continued to signal his trepidation contorted firmly in his ribcage from the moment they stepped upon the sky portal and drifted upwards, towards circling clouds and something impending. He steeled himself multiple times – because their arrival would also cement some political notions, and his own overprotective measures. A segment of trust, and sanctuaries nestled within his chest, extended directly to those who shared the same magical blood.
Nor was he entirely certain of what to expect when they stepped out, and didn’t find themselves obliterated immediately where they stood. Stone upon stone, towering buildings, and the overwhelming platitude of gray. He wasn’t used to a city not presiding out of snow, for Halo had its own structures and nuances, nor the amount of heightened structures that weren’t mountains rising out of the background. The Sword forged another breath, and glanced directly at Evie, eyes seeking out Hotaru thereafter.
He couldn’t help the unyielding gait as they crossed thresholds either, gaze darting in all directions, taking in, absorbing, the images, sights, and sounds of a world they’d never been allowed to traverse within. He could feel other stares upon them too – but stood tall and firm and stalwart, not uttering a word until they made their way through the Plaza, and where the Heart, and multitudes of tables, platters, and others seemed to linger. Upon approaching, he nodded at Sohalia, trying to accommodate the slightest of smiles, before yearning to linger and flicker back into shadows. “Thank you for doing this.”
