DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Betrayed by his brawn and bulk again, because no matter how powerful, potent, or pernicious his towering figure was, if he couldn’t gain a hit, all of his potential barbarity had no prowess, no meaning. Nimble and quick, she skittered around him, and he laughed, wild and juvenile, an exuberant, untamed measure in the surrounding halls; pure amusement in the beck and call of their natures. How much longer could she continue to dance and flicker around, like a little flame? He’d been carved to endure, to survive, to outlast, to take hit after hit after hit and still not fall; it was how he’d managed to continue his existence throughout several lives and lands. What had Aisha been sculpted for?
He caught her vicious swing coming out of the corner of his eye, and had just enough time to sweep back, to evade, to gain platitude and some measure of speed amongst the bumps, bruises, and bleeding. Slithering out of its reach, the beast used the moment to ground himself again, into the floor, into the weight of the earth, swinging the blade from a lower angle, attempting to catch hers again, and hopefully usurp it from her grasp once more.
He caught her vicious swing coming out of the corner of his eye, and had just enough time to sweep back, to evade, to gain platitude and some measure of speed amongst the bumps, bruises, and bleeding. Slithering out of its reach, the beast used the moment to ground himself again, into the floor, into the weight of the earth, swinging the blade from a lower angle, attempting to catch hers again, and hopefully usurp it from her grasp once more.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
