// object of desire //
Deimos brings up a good point, that there were only a few ways to make it better, and the reality was that the courtesan only ever had practice with his air magic in the bedroom. Or, when something occurs he isn’t expecting and its his gut reaction not try and push it away utilizing that, or his telekinesis.
He watches as the wind simply breezes over the targets, and while he’d otherwise be happy to see it did reach that far – the concentration that went into it were a lot. So he reaches up, runs a hand through his hair with a soft little laugh as Deimos offers his suggestion and Thorn’s seafoam eyes drift to the Sword with a brighter grin. “I’m real good at it when they target me. Though it’s only happened twice.” Each time he’d avoided it, though, which made for a good track record. “Can we practice that?” He asks, already steadying himself for another go, snagging at the wind again and waits for the target to attack so that he can try to evade it.
He watches as the wind simply breezes over the targets, and while he’d otherwise be happy to see it did reach that far – the concentration that went into it were a lot. So he reaches up, runs a hand through his hair with a soft little laugh as Deimos offers his suggestion and Thorn’s seafoam eyes drift to the Sword with a brighter grin. “I’m real good at it when they target me. Though it’s only happened twice.” Each time he’d avoided it, though, which made for a good track record. “Can we practice that?” He asks, already steadying himself for another go, snagging at the wind again and waits for the target to attack so that he can try to evade it.
THORN
