// object of desire //
The grin flashed Deimos’ way is one he tempers shortly after he realizes it’s gotten a little too energized. The courtesan takes a moment to shrug out of the larger coat, making it easier to move around and keep him from overheating, given that he’s now moving quite a bit. So he settles, watching as Deimos begins to make the target into something that would move toward him, unpredictable in the way that Thorn often worked best with his air magic.
While Deimos makes it dive toward him and Thorn sidesteps as he grits his teeth, snagging some of the winds already lightly breezing through, concentrating as if his life depended on it to shoot a gust upward to it, hoping to bounce it back to the skies where it might not land its assault.
While Deimos makes it dive toward him and Thorn sidesteps as he grits his teeth, snagging some of the winds already lightly breezing through, concentrating as if his life depended on it to shoot a gust upward to it, hoping to bounce it back to the skies where it might not land its assault.
THORN
