DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Taking the hint, his features managed to soften into something a little less wooden and stony, a little more of himself unfurled, juvenile touches stuck in the corners of his mouth as it shifted into a vague smirk. His head tilted, more indulgent to amusements once they had gotten past the horrors of the past few months. “The Greatwood can be quite nice this time of year.” Teeming with wildlife and enigmas, and potentially harboring exactly what they needed for all the incoming storms. There might’ve been more opportunities there, rather than the limitations of Frey’s Breath.
Her response thereafter surprised him though, and then suddenly he felt a great shame; twisting his head away to stare at the shoreline again. “Sorry.” Recently interactions with so many others had seemed like nothing but transactions; information slung with ferocity and demise, before they were onto the next grating outlook. Or someone needed him for something. And he let them because responsibility and duty dragged at his spine until he was exhausted. One severe thing after another had rendered some of his friends completely distant – and then he wondered if he was being the same way too, simply because every day seemed to be raise further torment. In another time and place, he might’ve been lectured about how he used to strive for boundaries; necessities were now too firmly rooted once more. “I appreciate it.” And he knew it wasn’t easy for anyone to do – with him, anyway. Especially after all her latest woes too.
So before he felt the need to draw those walls upwards, he watched Belial in the distance, then snorted, trying to unwind from the blistering haze. “Mm. My air magic has increased lately,” to which he arched a brow in her direction again, somewhat amused – not certain when it had come about, just that he’d been capable of far more when they were dealing with the titan. “If you wanted to practice some magic.”
Her response thereafter surprised him though, and then suddenly he felt a great shame; twisting his head away to stare at the shoreline again. “Sorry.” Recently interactions with so many others had seemed like nothing but transactions; information slung with ferocity and demise, before they were onto the next grating outlook. Or someone needed him for something. And he let them because responsibility and duty dragged at his spine until he was exhausted. One severe thing after another had rendered some of his friends completely distant – and then he wondered if he was being the same way too, simply because every day seemed to be raise further torment. In another time and place, he might’ve been lectured about how he used to strive for boundaries; necessities were now too firmly rooted once more. “I appreciate it.” And he knew it wasn’t easy for anyone to do – with him, anyway. Especially after all her latest woes too.
So before he felt the need to draw those walls upwards, he watched Belial in the distance, then snorted, trying to unwind from the blistering haze. “Mm. My air magic has increased lately,” to which he arched a brow in her direction again, somewhat amused – not certain when it had come about, just that he’d been capable of far more when they were dealing with the titan. “If you wanted to practice some magic.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
