Deimos
walked from revelation to revelation
came back storm-drenched
came back storm-drenched
With the stakes sealed, Deimos grinned, granting a little juvenile wrinkle to his nose, watching as Iskra unleashed attempts towards Noah; at least, that’s what appeared to occur. While the other two could handle their back and forth, the Sword opted to fill his bucket casually, as if unbothered by the very chaos he’d intentionally set. Wouldn’t be the first, and certainly not the last.
Admitting nothing to either, especially about upper hands, he watched as splashes unfurled from Noah’s dragon-horse form, snorting under his breath, watching for any sign of water sprayed from the bucket. Arching a brow and not managing to hide his grin, he carefully and silently directed a wave of the springs to be funneled directly near Iskra, hoping the Attuned’s distraction would be enough to occupy the Abandoned, and never see it coming.
Admitting nothing to either, especially about upper hands, he watched as splashes unfurled from Noah’s dragon-horse form, snorting under his breath, watching for any sign of water sprayed from the bucket. Arching a brow and not managing to hide his grin, he carefully and silently directed a wave of the springs to be funneled directly near Iskra, hoping the Attuned’s distraction would be enough to occupy the Abandoned, and never see it coming.
through shattered mountains and aching famine
stronger than all of it
stronger than all of it
