Deimos
He did laugh, an inward snort rambling through his chest at the ridiculous sight. And then a quiet, muted sigh thereafter, regarding the entire scene with an air of indifference. Even her growl bore him no ire, save for some amusement, a twitch of a grin at the corner of his mouth; likely irate because she’d been caught multiple times. “Traps are for the cunning,” he quipped in return, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides, I have been here the whole time.” She’d been easy to track and dismiss, with the less than furtive steps and vague attempts at subterfuge.
Then, without moving a muscle, he called the Air incantations back again, winding and unfurling over the restless ebbs and flows from meetings, gatherings, and death threats, and simply calling the gold flecks back to himself, just as he’d done in multitudes before.
Then, without moving a muscle, he called the Air incantations back again, winding and unfurling over the restless ebbs and flows from meetings, gatherings, and death threats, and simply calling the gold flecks back to himself, just as he’d done in multitudes before.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
