[RA] [SE] polished like precious stones

DEIMOS

the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times

Muscles unfurled, unleashed from their snarled, twisted, and coiled from their taut and strained portions from months and seasons of compacted trepidation and use. It was noteworthy to feel them yield from spine to ribs, causing another long breath to ease from his lungs. Her magic did wonders too – for there’d been years where he only felt Zuriel’s healing motions and nothing else – different hues and vibrations easing through each layer of skin and meandering into ichor. Aware what his moans and groans could signify and still immersed in the bewitching fog, he nodded at the indication. “It has been altered significantly,” the Temple anyway – reworked and refurnished from the cold place where clusters of individuals fought for their lives and to keep doors closed. Color schemes weren’t surprising either; very on the nose. “But feasible,” he mused, nose wrinkling in its juvenile, boyish haze.

And she’d be correct that concoctions were in the works – for as she lowered her hands to maneuver down the scarred lines on his back, he was casually moving one of his legs towards her – an impending situation soon at hand. But rather than leave all of that to chance and opportunity, he utilized more distracting, and still necessary, tactics. “I think we should upgrade the region itself this season,” by way of another deep sigh. “In case we have other assaults coming our way.”

the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life