DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Hoisting himself up, one last crawl over the peak was met with several ridiculous war cries from his constituents, before looking down at the shamble of mess. He permitted the last round of snow to whack him, unfazed once more by the cold, the juvenile, boyish grin extended into the anarchy of the moment. “But I did not,” and he wouldn’t have – it hadn’t been that much material. Rolling his eyes at the embellished antics, he motioned out of the way for the next volley of soldiers to come rallying up the wall.
Removing his gloves and meandering down the side, he snorted at her insinuation. “That I am not to be trifled with?” With another mischievous snicker, he gestured for her to follow him beside the braziers. “Come on. I think we have earned some food.”
{FIN}
Removing his gloves and meandering down the side, he snorted at her insinuation. “That I am not to be trifled with?” With another mischievous snicker, he gestured for her to follow him beside the braziers. “Come on. I think we have earned some food.”
{FIN}
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
