DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Power and precision, might and forbearance, an inclination towards upheaval and sedition the moment he could intercept and siege. The clang of her blade against the floor rendered the slightest, lightest of smirks. Were this war, were this a battle, were this any semblance of a crusade, he wouldn’t have permitted time for her to fetch and snag and carry on. It would’ve been an opportunity for obliteration, destruction, and ruthlessness, a weakness seized upon and taken for what it was worth – annihilation.
But these were not the Reaper’s halls, nor the Basin’s adversaries – and the piercing, chilling slate of his eyes didn’t last for long, quelling and dimming the habitual predilections. This was Aisha, and this was practice.
He snorted in the reel of her laughter, in the snarls, in the avid frustration, backing away while she took the opportunity to recover, perfecting an eye roll at her following statement. “Nor you this slow.” A cheeky grin matched thereafter, before retracing steps, waiting for her to grab hold of the blade, to decide if they were done or not.
But given her defensive maneuver, her demand, they weren’t.
Acceptance rallied in silence, and then an alteration in tactical points. He rushed her this time, a swift, rapid churn of his figure, and drew his blade low, pointing at nowhere in particular, until he maneuvered to the side, attempting to drive towards her ribs.
But these were not the Reaper’s halls, nor the Basin’s adversaries – and the piercing, chilling slate of his eyes didn’t last for long, quelling and dimming the habitual predilections. This was Aisha, and this was practice.
He snorted in the reel of her laughter, in the snarls, in the avid frustration, backing away while she took the opportunity to recover, perfecting an eye roll at her following statement. “Nor you this slow.” A cheeky grin matched thereafter, before retracing steps, waiting for her to grab hold of the blade, to decide if they were done or not.
But given her defensive maneuver, her demand, they weren’t.
Acceptance rallied in silence, and then an alteration in tactical points. He rushed her this time, a swift, rapid churn of his figure, and drew his blade low, pointing at nowhere in particular, until he maneuvered to the side, attempting to drive towards her ribs.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
