Deimos
Another wrinkle of his nose conjured the moment the marshmallow was crushed within her palm – its usefulness waylaid by its now inert stickiness transferred to her hand and no further. The hint of sedition remained interplayed on his features, unmasked and obvious, content in reveling in mischievous natures and aspects, rather than the withdrawn, stoic, or guarded. Here he had no need of his walls and fortresses, save for the one around them, and so he drew another smile, watching as the cup was merely moved to the other hand.
Tactics immersed and presumed. “I do not see why you cannot share.” Considering the amount of times he’d done so with her, and everyone else in the local vicinity; perhaps a minor pretense gathering behind his gaze. He had a feeling they were circling each other on the trapping, ensnared basis, but persisted, continued, already well past evading or withdrawing.
So he prompted more, figuring the Air magic could lift several out at a time, and if he scattered them enough, and closer to his own mug…she couldn’t possibly snag all of them. It became an outstretching of marshmallows rather than stars; appropriate, given the situation.
Tactics immersed and presumed. “I do not see why you cannot share.” Considering the amount of times he’d done so with her, and everyone else in the local vicinity; perhaps a minor pretense gathering behind his gaze. He had a feeling they were circling each other on the trapping, ensnared basis, but persisted, continued, already well past evading or withdrawing.
So he prompted more, figuring the Air magic could lift several out at a time, and if he scattered them enough, and closer to his own mug…she couldn’t possibly snag all of them. It became an outstretching of marshmallows rather than stars; appropriate, given the situation.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
