DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos wouldn’t want anyone to know of his feelings, unless he was willing to share – the sort of individual to keep everything tightly locked away, barricades and walls to fell and find, or leave entirely alone. For now though, he slammed the other notions aside, could relegate his mind to tangible materials and filaments in veins and ichor; aspects of incantations that would sweep aside and level, distort and destroy.
He tilted his head again, a slight smile looming in one corner of his mouth again. “If you want.” Pausing, his eyes cast back along the shore, before narrowing, and beginning to summon the elements embedded within his soul. They hummed and thrummed without complaint, swarming around a rock, before lifting it straight into the sky. “Air can be used for all sorts of purposes, I have found. Breathing underwater. Picking things up. Summoning storms. Distractions.” Marring anything void related.
Then he let the stone descend, but hurled in a different direction, giving Belial an instance to screech as he gave chase. “Try and lift something,” he arched his brow, encouraging.
He tilted his head again, a slight smile looming in one corner of his mouth again. “If you want.” Pausing, his eyes cast back along the shore, before narrowing, and beginning to summon the elements embedded within his soul. They hummed and thrummed without complaint, swarming around a rock, before lifting it straight into the sky. “Air can be used for all sorts of purposes, I have found. Breathing underwater. Picking things up. Summoning storms. Distractions.” Marring anything void related.
Then he let the stone descend, but hurled in a different direction, giving Belial an instance to screech as he gave chase. “Try and lift something,” he arched his brow, encouraging.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
