DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Probably, but the likelihood of the Sword being indulgent didn’t sound like the sort of training he’d correspond to. She’d have to somehow finagle and wrangle him ten times over, and the game would be afoot once again; a rinse and repeat of avoidance coupled with humor. But he didn’t want her to think him ungrateful or unappreciative; and as his mind was lulled in and out of machinations contorted into mischief, he’d find a way to manifest his thankfulness.
At the moment, however, her ministrations had already begun to lure and entice him into an assuaged state; the respite of warm healing measures intertwined with careful succor relieved a multitude of knotted and gnarled fixtures through his spine – a quiet, long breath filtered out of him as she started on his neck, beginning on a deep, rumbling laugh as she described noteworthy conversations. “Erebos does seem to always have something to say.” Whether or not they understood the meanings and gestures was another thing.
Mentions of Alys lent his mind to the recent events upon the Tundra, and likely why he’d need hordes more massages over the coming seasons. Another sigh whittled through, and his eyes flicked open again, watching her from the corner of their piercing set. “Only from the misadventures of the Tundra group,” and then he grimaced, nose beginning to wrinkle, trying to forge around the conversations of the Family – quite tired of them looming in the background. If Evie wanted more than just the bare bones, he’d certainly describe it, but she’d likely been granted enough. “Sunjata wanted to trade with our resources.” Of which he’d been shocked, but wasn’t about to pass up. “As for the nonpolitical,” and far happier notations, “Kiada and Fox have settled on a date for the wedding.”
At the moment, however, her ministrations had already begun to lure and entice him into an assuaged state; the respite of warm healing measures intertwined with careful succor relieved a multitude of knotted and gnarled fixtures through his spine – a quiet, long breath filtered out of him as she started on his neck, beginning on a deep, rumbling laugh as she described noteworthy conversations. “Erebos does seem to always have something to say.” Whether or not they understood the meanings and gestures was another thing.
Mentions of Alys lent his mind to the recent events upon the Tundra, and likely why he’d need hordes more massages over the coming seasons. Another sigh whittled through, and his eyes flicked open again, watching her from the corner of their piercing set. “Only from the misadventures of the Tundra group,” and then he grimaced, nose beginning to wrinkle, trying to forge around the conversations of the Family – quite tired of them looming in the background. If Evie wanted more than just the bare bones, he’d certainly describe it, but she’d likely been granted enough. “Sunjata wanted to trade with our resources.” Of which he’d been shocked, but wasn’t about to pass up. “As for the nonpolitical,” and far happier notations, “Kiada and Fox have settled on a date for the wedding.”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
