ISKRA
The brief hope that he might snare Deimos, however mild it had been, is extinguished with a faltering of his excited features. The Sword’s mastery lends his surroundings and knowledge into easy resources to draw upon, and without much concern he eradicates the lightning aspect and snuffs out the flame, a quick reminder that Iskra has much to improve upon yet.
Despite the yearning that sings in his blood to keep going, he wrestles back the feeling with a smile and a short laugh, acknowledging Deimos’ words with a nod as he straightens up and rolls his shoulders. They’ve tested each other enough for today, strength does not all flood into a body in one day, a thing he reminds the golden brush of waiting heat inside his thoughts, and it grumbles back into quiet, settling as the magic hum quiets inside him like something that is sleeping once more. ”Yeah, I’m hoping to break through on the lightning before long.”
His gaze drops with the subtle movement of Deimos’ jaw, falling to the small ruin of his garment. ”Oh this? Yeah, put it out fast. You’re just faster,” he grins back, head lifting. ”I think we worked up a good meal back in town, don’t you?” He tilts his head back to the Citadel, knowing Deimos had been out here before he found him, and magic use can sometimes be draining for prolonged periods, like any exercise. ”My treat,” he offers, patting his leg loudly to get Goose’s attention as they head back into town.
[FIN]
Despite the yearning that sings in his blood to keep going, he wrestles back the feeling with a smile and a short laugh, acknowledging Deimos’ words with a nod as he straightens up and rolls his shoulders. They’ve tested each other enough for today, strength does not all flood into a body in one day, a thing he reminds the golden brush of waiting heat inside his thoughts, and it grumbles back into quiet, settling as the magic hum quiets inside him like something that is sleeping once more. ”Yeah, I’m hoping to break through on the lightning before long.”
His gaze drops with the subtle movement of Deimos’ jaw, falling to the small ruin of his garment. ”Oh this? Yeah, put it out fast. You’re just faster,” he grins back, head lifting. ”I think we worked up a good meal back in town, don’t you?” He tilts his head back to the Citadel, knowing Deimos had been out here before he found him, and magic use can sometimes be draining for prolonged periods, like any exercise. ”My treat,” he offers, patting his leg loudly to get Goose’s attention as they head back into town.
[FIN]
I think I lost my mind a while ago
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
'Cause I've been seeing some ghosts
And I'd be lying if I told you I'm fine, but I lie
