where I save you and you save me
He waited, composed and patient, while Liam considered the options. Each of them represented similarities and differences, but it would ultimately it’d be up to the Accepted on which he favored and preferred. Eventually, one seemed to be the winner over all the others, and Deimos’ gaze flickered back to the design, nodding. “Of course.”
He stepped back to clear space and grant room for the incoming longsword – sliding his hands away from one another as they glowed in gilded prowess, and the details and fragments began to come together. Straight from the image on paper, and in his mind, the blade conformed to the creation magic’s control and contorting, until it finalized into a brilliant sheen and silver – the emerald at the pommel, the space for eventual feathers to linger and be displayed upon the hilt.
Thereafter, he surveyed it, glancing over to ensure there were no lingering defects or ineffectual portions, before passing it over. “Decent enough?”
He stepped back to clear space and grant room for the incoming longsword – sliding his hands away from one another as they glowed in gilded prowess, and the details and fragments began to come together. Straight from the image on paper, and in his mind, the blade conformed to the creation magic’s control and contorting, until it finalized into a brilliant sheen and silver – the emerald at the pommel, the space for eventual feathers to linger and be displayed upon the hilt.
Thereafter, he surveyed it, glancing over to ensure there were no lingering defects or ineffectual portions, before passing it over. “Decent enough?”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
