[DROP] never had a friend like me

DEIMOS

the resurrected sword

Well, Safrin’s warnings came to fruition again – which, perhaps, truly did make him a fool. His ears flattened against his skull briefly, the considerations of Rexanna’s prior words echoing through his brain too. He might’ve winced at the clarity of it all, or the fact that he hadn’t listened to anyone – a moment of agitation only pulsing and pervading back to himself. Might as well own the moment though – cold leering at his paws and pads, as if there were touches and fringes of winter crawling up through his skin, more than the glacial boundaries of the Basin, as if a threat, as if a machination he had no ability to endure.

Because he used to take. It was all he’d ever done.

A wistful sigh flooded through him, maneuvering away from Hotaru just to get some feeling back in his feet – and perhaps, with the lack of sensation, it meant he could feature something humorous (ill-based too; he truly didn’t have a good sense of diversions other than teasing or taunting his fellows, his equals). Debasing and lowering himself to a certain element of comedy almost made him crawl in on his soul and wither away on the spot – hoping a majority of these individuals didn’t even know who he was in tiger formation – before he slid across the ice, and intentionally prat-falled, face first.

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Deimos chooses to entertain and intentionally prat-falls as a tiger across the ice.

still standing

not because you can

but because you have to