DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
His head tilted, listening again, while the waves crashed below. Some of the motions of the prior inquiry made sense given the circumstances, and quite an easy portion of a quest, so his brow arched, nodding along, no amount of shame for the concoctions and enchantments strung through his blood. “I do. Fire and Life Drain.” Both were fond favorites; maelstroms of potential and disaster, the former anointed with minatory precision, and the latter something he’d had embedded since he was very young, with its own bedlam embossed results.
Uncertain of what might throw her into more embarrassment or fear, he figured he would let her choose – deep voice rumbling again, intending to set some portions at ease. “Do you have a preference for which you would like to see?”
Uncertain of what might throw her into more embarrassment or fear, he figured he would let her choose – deep voice rumbling again, intending to set some portions at ease. “Do you have a preference for which you would like to see?”
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
