DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
Deimos had never been an individual to sit with his trepidations. He was much more prone to action, to striving forward and seeing what could be done, or busying himself with distractions so the gnarled, withered thoughts didn’t take root and hold down on his ribs for so very long. They would commit to some layer of maneuvers – with most tightly held over fortune and flowers, but for now, this would do.
Though as he lifted the rock and volleyed it around the air, letting Belial give chase to it as the peryton hooted and screeched along the salty, briny sky, his gaze went towards Alys’s endeavors. There were no tricks up his sleeve, not yet anyway, and he seemed intent on assistance rather than bombardment and boyish, juvenile irritation. He could see the air circulating and spinning, or the dust revolving around it rather, but the rock itself didn’t seemed terribly bothered. “Focus on the elements around it. To lift underneath.”
Though as he lifted the rock and volleyed it around the air, letting Belial give chase to it as the peryton hooted and screeched along the salty, briny sky, his gaze went towards Alys’s endeavors. There were no tricks up his sleeve, not yet anyway, and he seemed intent on assistance rather than bombardment and boyish, juvenile irritation. He could see the air circulating and spinning, or the dust revolving around it rather, but the rock itself didn’t seemed terribly bothered. “Focus on the elements around it. To lift underneath.”
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
