ADAM
Adam, as Deimos considered his request, worked on the finishing touches to his basket, putting in a few decorative knots made of a thinner, smaller grass at each end of the handle. As if to test it, he picked up some stones and seeds on the ground and tossed them inside, lifting it up and swinging it about in the air. Well. It wasn't beautiful, but it was certainly functional; what his mother would have called 'useful enough, ain't need to be pretty'.
Honestly, he expecting Deimos to deny him, so when the flames began to burst from his hand Adam dropped the basket and clapped his hands together with joy, immediately grinning as he saw the magic. "Ooooooh. Does it make your hand feel like it's burning, when you do that?" It seemed magic brought out an almost childish glee and curiosity to Adam.
Life Drain. Adam had never heard of this particular spell, though he supposed he could work out what it was from the name. "Do you use that one much? ...Does it drain away all of someone's life?" If Deimos could simply kill with a touch, maybe he needed to rethink teasing him so often.
"Jeez...Pet said she'd drowned him or some shit. I dunno why I got mine so easy..." He wasn't trying to brag - he really was lost as to why he'd been given the gift of his shifts so simply. It wasn't as if he was particularly devout.
Lifting up his basket to show Deimos, he twirled it around in his fingers. "So, what d'ya think?"
Honestly, he expecting Deimos to deny him, so when the flames began to burst from his hand Adam dropped the basket and clapped his hands together with joy, immediately grinning as he saw the magic. "Ooooooh. Does it make your hand feel like it's burning, when you do that?" It seemed magic brought out an almost childish glee and curiosity to Adam.
Life Drain. Adam had never heard of this particular spell, though he supposed he could work out what it was from the name. "Do you use that one much? ...Does it drain away all of someone's life?" If Deimos could simply kill with a touch, maybe he needed to rethink teasing him so often.
"Jeez...Pet said she'd drowned him or some shit. I dunno why I got mine so easy..." He wasn't trying to brag - he really was lost as to why he'd been given the gift of his shifts so simply. It wasn't as if he was particularly devout.
Lifting up his basket to show Deimos, he twirled it around in his fingers. "So, what d'ya think?"
A wasted youth is better by far
Then a wise and productive old age
Base Code by Sky!
