DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
“Plenty,” he murmured with the same grin, concentrating on aligning on another grasp, his fingers clutching over the holds, arm muscles pulling, until he hastened upwards, continuing the cycle of movements and motions. There was no protest from his form – tried and true, content and pleased, satisfied at the use of their fervor and strength; power for power, brawn for brawn. A few more jeers erupted as he persisted, touching over another proportion that was a stretch for his digits.
His focus wasn’t to be diminished either as Cordelia talked, and apparently intended to bombard with snowballs. He rolled his eyes at the wall itself, ensnaring his air incantations this time, listening as the rolled bombardments went sailing towards him – and then deftly turned around at his request, intending to launch back towards her.
And with another breath (and probably a laugh too), he persevered towards another grip.
His focus wasn’t to be diminished either as Cordelia talked, and apparently intended to bombard with snowballs. He rolled his eyes at the wall itself, ensnaring his air incantations this time, listening as the rolled bombardments went sailing towards him – and then deftly turned around at his request, intending to launch back towards her.
And with another breath (and probably a laugh too), he persevered towards another grip.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
