DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
I probably do not need to tell you to be careful. An arch to his tiger brow proportions, and a reel of memories flickering, flames and embers of years before, when Kiada had longed for the same. Rui’n’s soul, caught and tethered by LongNight monsters, still out there, most likely, even when Deimos had offered to try on her behalf. This would be a different aspect, but potentially still disastrous; inclinations drawn once more to Remi’s days of having Isla as a companion, rather than her soul embedded back into a human. However, since Aurelia (and by extension, Hotaru) had already pinpointed a rather impulsive streak, maybe the words did need to be echoed.
The relic found made more sense – rapiers, potentially other lost things buried in its midst. The risk is always great and he snorted, because it had been, in every snippet and walk of life amidst Caido. Even when one found their footholds and strength, they, or at least he, worried and contemplated about the efforts and abilities of others alongside, attempting to protect when the dangerous aspects flourished.
The offer thereafter surprised him, enough to make his great head swing back to glance at her. Especially since there’d been some underlying trauma, a trigger point he hadn’t known or seen, the last time they’d wielded magic for a singular purpose. We can, for he’d never minded teaching someone to stretch past their limits, to grow and push and strain until the strength sharpened, harpooned, over their senses. When they could see more than just the potential underneath bones and blood. Even the compliment shocked him – though he tried not to let it show. But you need to let me know if you are uncomfortable with some things. I would not have used certain magic, had I have known. Boundaries and limitations – while he worked on making them for himself, he certainly wasn’t going to bombard another’s. He wouldn't require the explanations, the history behind why and how - merely the simplicity of discomfort and the acknowledgment that it was there.
The relic found made more sense – rapiers, potentially other lost things buried in its midst. The risk is always great and he snorted, because it had been, in every snippet and walk of life amidst Caido. Even when one found their footholds and strength, they, or at least he, worried and contemplated about the efforts and abilities of others alongside, attempting to protect when the dangerous aspects flourished.
The offer thereafter surprised him, enough to make his great head swing back to glance at her. Especially since there’d been some underlying trauma, a trigger point he hadn’t known or seen, the last time they’d wielded magic for a singular purpose. We can, for he’d never minded teaching someone to stretch past their limits, to grow and push and strain until the strength sharpened, harpooned, over their senses. When they could see more than just the potential underneath bones and blood. Even the compliment shocked him – though he tried not to let it show. But you need to let me know if you are uncomfortable with some things. I would not have used certain magic, had I have known. Boundaries and limitations – while he worked on making them for himself, he certainly wasn’t going to bombard another’s. He wouldn't require the explanations, the history behind why and how - merely the simplicity of discomfort and the acknowledgment that it was there.
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
