unburned and alive

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Eventually, the pot ceased the boiling, and he permitted it an opportunity to cool, for the molten heat to permeate away under shadows of trees and the occasional bramble of his incantations. From there, it was easy to pour the proportions out, some for him, some for Ray, another potion assembled, topped off, and capped, the lids tight and secure for storage. Glancing at the little line formed, he nearly laughed – because some days he didn’t know how he ended up in these directions. She must have sensed he wasn’t quite done, because there was almost an insistence layered within. The Sword did manage a smirk, careful and precise. “I only have one more request,” and then he’d leave her be – their bargains struck. “Is there anything that could cause limb paralysis? Or loss of control?” Perhaps something numbing, making the adversary incapable of contorting, of utilizing, their motives, their stratagems, for they were too busy attempting to move. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace