DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
The presumption that Deimos would simply let someone hit him was quite amusing – enough to send and ignite a rumbling roar of a laugh from his sides. The Warden had never intended to be a living target - one didn't survive that way. “You wanted me to make it easy for you?” Of which he couldn’t quite recall a time he’d ever done so – not even for Evie – and he maneuvered, stepping lightly around the sudden jabbing implementation, wholly unbothered, long strides sweeping upon the precipice. “Then neither of us would have learned anything.” And the Sword was a stickler for education, in many forms; training, understanding another’s weaknesses, strengths, openings, and barbarities, were just sewn potentials.
Granting him naught in return, save for a light, boyish and juvenile grin, his easygoing saunter abruptly switched, aiming to whack the staff near the Accepted’s back.
2/4
Granting him naught in return, save for a light, boyish and juvenile grin, his easygoing saunter abruptly switched, aiming to whack the staff near the Accepted’s back.
2/4
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
