[Training] fire and ice

Deimos Considering the amount of times he’d told others he was fine and nothing was amiss, placing it down, down, down into the regions of his chest, of his soul, where it could be suppressed for a space longer, Deimos didn’t believe her for a moment. So he waited, recomposing himself, filtering the reticence back into folds when there was a dimming of the temper, if not the indignation still remaining. He withheld an eyeroll – diminishing it for an inhale, an exhale, a moment where they caught the shackles and sent them outward. For some reason, he didn’t expect it to be the vines. Chains and tethers, perhaps, because there were other traumas he could associate with similar nuances, but not the greenery itself. When it was real centered on past diversions and collected strife, and he dropped his arms down towards his sides, placated motions with the movement of the water, tracing the filaments, permitting them to rise and fall, while he listened, while he pondered. Reliving upheavals was something of a second-nature in Caido – where aspects could prey upon one’s mind, where monsters searched and seethed, rambled and rallied, for the opportunity of exposure. To torture. Considering he only intended to orchestrate similar measures upon adversaries and enemies, his regrets came on a bowed head, eyes shifting to glance at the maneuvering ripples. “My apologies. It was not meant to torment.” No one’s tragedies were pooled along the surface; too deep, too broad, too vast, too many, but the predilections hadn’t been there, nor had abhorrence, vengeance, or some brutal, barbaric inclination. He sighed, lifted his head only to glance off to the side, tracking and following Belial’s movements as the deer seemed to hunt down a rather large insect. “This world has a way of discovering what hurts us the most.” A warning, perhaps, that she’d have to experience something similar, something grinding, something lacerating, when the domains altered, seethed, and billowed. “But we have to ensure it does not overcome.” Easier said than done, considering how seasons and cycles before, his illness and suffering had persuaded him to nearly perishing. The Sword swallowed down that trace of bile, before finally flickering his gaze back to her. “Let me know when it is too much.” And he wouldn’t try those aspects again. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime