DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
The Palace had long since become a more stable structure of integral means – shelters in place, infirmaries nearby, rather than the ostentatious presentation it had primarily concocted years before. Even so, he hadn’t leant many of his magic credentials here, in battle formation anyway, and the request had caused his brow to arch. “Is this something from Ludo?”
Sighing and peeling back one of the layers from his forearms, he contemplated efforts – and which would be more suitable for the Dragoon. “I have fire and life drain,” of which he’d be very familiar with the former, and likely not with the latter – each encompassing and harboring their own dangerous properties. It might’ve instilled the manner of growth they’d had, that he didn’t immediately unfurl the masses and multitudes. “Do you have something to protect you?” Because unless that shirt carried some heavy defenses instilled in its fabric…he wasn’t certain how much the Accepted would be able to withstand.
Sighing and peeling back one of the layers from his forearms, he contemplated efforts – and which would be more suitable for the Dragoon. “I have fire and life drain,” of which he’d be very familiar with the former, and likely not with the latter – each encompassing and harboring their own dangerous properties. It might’ve instilled the manner of growth they’d had, that he didn’t immediately unfurl the masses and multitudes. “Do you have something to protect you?” Because unless that shirt carried some heavy defenses instilled in its fabric…he wasn’t certain how much the Accepted would be able to withstand.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
