Deimos
He thought they’d both held it together remarkably well for everything that had occurred over the last season, but it had certainly been enough in a trial of patience, might, understanding, and foreign concepts that still trickled down into the spring. And still, with more to come, he didn’t have any of the right words to convey – even in the similarities of pending plans and meetings. So in the end it seemed to be only patience and duty, guilt and dread and apprehension, and desperately wishing he had anything to grant that would make the situation better.
Instead, his features remained impassive, hidden, drawn away, and it was his air magic following after her telekinesis, binding along and gently pushing, cajoling, controlling, the roots, soil, and plant, towards the glass container, until it floated and lofted, drifting into the vessel.
Instead, his features remained impassive, hidden, drawn away, and it was his air magic following after her telekinesis, binding along and gently pushing, cajoling, controlling, the roots, soil, and plant, towards the glass container, until it floated and lofted, drifting into the vessel.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
