Deimos
before bones, before dirt, before even light
this is who we were
Given Aurelia had asked him, a known swordsman down to his title, perhaps she should’ve had an inkling of what she’d potentially accomplish. It wouldn’t be down to hitting or maiming Deimos – especially when this had been one of the few times she’d held one, and he’d utilized them since he was a child – but learning how to utilize, strategize, and contemplate. That would bear far more knowledge, sagacity, and experience, than pouting.this is who we were
To which he arched his brow at her irritated huff, snorting in return. “Me, and many others.” Correct in her assertion she wouldn’t be besting him in strength, speed, or fortitude, she’d have to wager and strive in other areas. Surely she couldn’t believe he’d be going easy on her – he’d never done it for any of his constituents. “That is why I am encouraging you to think.”
At the very least she was determined, leaping backwards and away from his barely maneuvered blade, before striving to counterattack. He held it there, absorbing the blow, tilting his head, pondering if she’d forgotten her own statement. “And you try elsewhere,” he added with a grin, purposefully motioning towards the left, and swinging the training armament towards her knees, implying another option while making her defend this one as well.
this untamable expanse
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
churning proof that we have always been deep, restless souls
