In my stomach is butterflies

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame With Belial smug, all Deimos had to concentrate on was the path ahead, head tilting to listen to her response. Electricity, or lightning, had never been an inclination in his own bones until he’d acquired his thunderbird shift, and even then, it was only within those boundaries. Individuals like Sah or Hotaru had far more experience, and though Ru had lost it when she’d become a demigod of Frey, the notes and nuances would still be there. “It will come with time, and practice,” he assured with a nod of his head. “As will others.” Multitudes snagged and ensconced with incantations lined in their blood; forged along as strength prevailed and persisted. On an additional thought, his rumble continued. “And if you need, you can always train at the barracks or the Academy. That is what they are there for.” Along with weaponry and climbing walls, others who would willingly grapple in whatever forms, targets to shoot and maul…he shrugged, the offer there just the same. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace