// object of desire //
Thorn watches as the air magic he focuses so intensely on begins to stutter, as Deimos’ mastery of it battles his own weak version for control. The avian-like effigy twitching and lurching. He holds it strong, though, at least until it begins to fall, nipping at his shirtsleeves as Thorn pants and tries to catch his breath. He hasn’t practiced with his magic like this.. perhaps ever, prone to using them for work and not much else.
But for now, the courtesan laughs alongside Deimos’ own, peering down at the broken up effigy, before Deimos is making it more challenging and Thorn sucks in a deep breath and forces himself to focus again - the exertion of work sparking a flush to his skin and a bit of sweat to bead at the young man’s temple. “Let’s see.” Thorn mutters, focusing hard as he decides to avoid targeting just one in particular as they circle and instead uses his air magic to make a type of shield above him to prevent any of them from launching down at him from above.
But for now, the courtesan laughs alongside Deimos’ own, peering down at the broken up effigy, before Deimos is making it more challenging and Thorn sucks in a deep breath and forces himself to focus again - the exertion of work sparking a flush to his skin and a bit of sweat to bead at the young man’s temple. “Let’s see.” Thorn mutters, focusing hard as he decides to avoid targeting just one in particular as they circle and instead uses his air magic to make a type of shield above him to prevent any of them from launching down at him from above.
THORN
