DEIMOS
There would be far more convenient moments where the Sword could’ve concocted a snowstorm, so he merely arched his brow at her teasing. “Shame,” he relented, with a hint of a smirk, before ducking down further, providing her some liberation and freedom as he removed his hands – perhaps another tease for the future – and dove beneath the springs.
The water collectively curled and contorted over each and every muscle, restoring, imploring, exploring, until tightened cords and choking nooses seemed like a thing of the past and never the future. Knowing better, he still surged ahead, away from downpours and wind and snowflakes, collectively gathering his incantations. They did have a job to do, but his intentions of banter, flirtation, and juvenile prospections meant it would all coincide, elements be damned or not.
Swiftly turning over, he pulsed a jettison of water underneath, to undulate across the springs, and probably immerse Evie’s legs in the process.
The water collectively curled and contorted over each and every muscle, restoring, imploring, exploring, until tightened cords and choking nooses seemed like a thing of the past and never the future. Knowing better, he still surged ahead, away from downpours and wind and snowflakes, collectively gathering his incantations. They did have a job to do, but his intentions of banter, flirtation, and juvenile prospections meant it would all coincide, elements be damned or not.
Swiftly turning over, he pulsed a jettison of water underneath, to undulate across the springs, and probably immerse Evie’s legs in the process.
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
