Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
He listened, eyes flickering back and forth from the armor and to Hadama, brow arching within the considerations. It went without saying that he’d be able to retrieve the scaled portions back should anything go awry; it would just require finessing of either his magic, swimming abilities, or shifted potentials. Snorting, because he wasn’t certain of the answer either, he shrugged his shoulders; not wanting to seem unbothered by the potentials, but understanding the probability of it disappearing was minimal. “You can try it. Perhaps it will make my efforts easier,” and therefore better. Deimos didn’t typically receive those merits.
Granting a small, half-smile, he let go of the leviathan piece, watching as it casually floated along the surface again, before directing his attention back to the Tidebreaker, waiting for some motion across the current.
Granting a small, half-smile, he let go of the leviathan piece, watching as it casually floated along the surface again, before directing his attention back to the Tidebreaker, waiting for some motion across the current.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
