DEIMOS
The Sword had several options for maintaining his semblance under water; seal, bakunawa, or merely himself, and the latter was chosen precisely because some matter of churning the water contorted at his muscles, pulled him into a satisfactory designation of sea and salt and surf. Perhaps, at some point, he should’ve found a way to manifest a swimming pool into Halo without it freezing over – but that was a motion for the future.
Earlier trips with Evie had been wonderful, but not the entirety of the fathoms below; so while he careened headlong in facets of swimming long since taught and embedded, he contorted his Air magic around him. Breathing steadily, his form was streamlined and swift, sent downwards amongst a curious brand of architecture rising from the depths.
Earlier trips with Evie had been wonderful, but not the entirety of the fathoms below; so while he careened headlong in facets of swimming long since taught and embedded, he contorted his Air magic around him. Breathing steadily, his form was streamlined and swift, sent downwards amongst a curious brand of architecture rising from the depths.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
