A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
So in fairness, Koa did know what he was getting into when he asked for this fight. But knowing and knowing are very different things, and as the force of Deimos' magic strikes him squarely in the chest the has a split second of clarity, in which he knows that oh, no, he hadn't known shit.
Then the indescribable pain of having roughly half of ones life force sucked away crashes in like Miley Cyrus doing construction, and clarity is abandoned in favor of staggering, blinking, overwhelming "Ow." Stumbling back, Koa clutches at his chest, where it feels like Deimos has clawed a hole inside his very soul. "Seriously- ow," he gasps again between inhales, trying not to collapse into fetal position on the floor.
Rubbing circles in his sternum, Koa forces himself to straighten despite the ache set in his bones. "Y'know what? Maybe that's enough for today, actually." Turns out the shirt doesn't do shit against someone of Deimos' strength, and now that he's gotten a taste of it, Koa doesn't much fancy experiencing that particular lesson again. "You magic is fucking strong." Admiration whistles in his voice; he shakes his head with a wry laugh. "I think I'm gonna need a bit more training before I'm ready to face that again. Maybe a trip to your hot springs, too."
Then the indescribable pain of having roughly half of ones life force sucked away crashes in like Miley Cyrus doing construction, and clarity is abandoned in favor of staggering, blinking, overwhelming "Ow." Stumbling back, Koa clutches at his chest, where it feels like Deimos has clawed a hole inside his very soul. "Seriously- ow," he gasps again between inhales, trying not to collapse into fetal position on the floor.
Rubbing circles in his sternum, Koa forces himself to straighten despite the ache set in his bones. "Y'know what? Maybe that's enough for today, actually." Turns out the shirt doesn't do shit against someone of Deimos' strength, and now that he's gotten a taste of it, Koa doesn't much fancy experiencing that particular lesson again. "You magic is fucking strong." Admiration whistles in his voice; he shakes his head with a wry laugh. "I think I'm gonna need a bit more training before I'm ready to face that again. Maybe a trip to your hot springs, too."
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
