freeze the day

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He quirked his brow at the insinuation of the compass – because then he wouldn’t have been able to retrieve them at all, and the sentiments would’ve been wholly lost – but the legions of acceptance seemed to be driven elsewhere in Flora’s mind. So when he nodded at the ready, he wasn’t the least bit surprised when she disappeared. Snorting, amused, he watched the snow, the tracks, the drifting snow swirling around, the cracks in the crust, the smacks against ice. He stood still for a few moments more, ensuring she was a fair enough distance away, before whispering to Erebos. “Watch this,” and the child squealed in delight for something pending. Which was his Earth magic, contorting from his veins and rising out of the ground – rocks and crag and ice-laden walls intending to fully surround and encompass Flora in a wide berth of potential – attempting to trap her in a spacious snare. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace