// object of desire //
Its a huge struggle for the courtesan to not celebrate this momentary win. As such, he makes himself focus on Deimos and the target that jolts upward into the sky, needing to right itself which puts it off balance for diving down onto him. Seafoam eyes track it, awaiting the immediate reaction, to which he thinks he’s relatively prepared.
Sucking in a deep breath, Thorn reaches for the air magic again in his bones, tugging and pulling to send another gust toward it to knock it just offset from nailing into his shoulder, hoping it would be enough for the target to avoid him entirely. But it takes all of his focus, his brows pinched sharply as he watches his wind magic take effect.
Sucking in a deep breath, Thorn reaches for the air magic again in his bones, tugging and pulling to send another gust toward it to knock it just offset from nailing into his shoulder, hoping it would be enough for the target to avoid him entirely. But it takes all of his focus, his brows pinched sharply as he watches his wind magic take effect.
THORN
