Deimos
The Sword had always known what it meant to test limitations – boundaries of the soul, of incantations, of shifts, of pure, raw power. There’d been times where his body could do no more; from battles to death to magic riddling through his skin – but he wasn’t certain any of them compared to how the Ancients dealt with their own restrictions and constraints. Beings built for the heat, the sun, the fire, could only bear this world for so long, and he knew it was only Kiada’s love for Halo, and likely some of his own interventions, that permitted these strangled, suffocating seconds. Zuriel stood by, her own gaze narrowed, struggling not to intervene on her own merits.
So he took a breath and catered to her whims the moment she asked – the flames summoned, engulfing, surrounding, and pervading her entity until she seemed a representation of all the embers and conflagrations. The infernal, tempestuous edges rose and rose under his power, nothing delicate, nothing feeble, encasing until she could maneuver to the edge of the deck again. “Let me know when you can move,” as he amplified heat, as he willed it to course towards and around, waiting for the information so he could begin to coax the blaze around her motions.
So he took a breath and catered to her whims the moment she asked – the flames summoned, engulfing, surrounding, and pervading her entity until she seemed a representation of all the embers and conflagrations. The infernal, tempestuous edges rose and rose under his power, nothing delicate, nothing feeble, encasing until she could maneuver to the edge of the deck again. “Let me know when you can move,” as he amplified heat, as he willed it to course towards and around, waiting for the information so he could begin to coax the blaze around her motions.
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
