DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He watched as his own strike echoed and bounded, hitting Damien along his shoulder and spinning him around. Arching a brow, mainly to predict and see the reaction, he nodded, giving a juvenile, boyish sort of grin that heralded multitudes – snorting instead of making another jab. “Thank you for the help,” and he offered his hand for the other man to shake, as in a job well done, despite perhaps impending soreness. The willingness to participate was appreciated, and maybe both of them got something out of the bargain. He shrugged his shoulders at the other inclination though, all for future education. “Perhaps,” he inclined – granting another edged smile. “You can see Zuriel if you need any healing,” pointing out the unicorn below (content with a marginal amount of hay in the corner of the barracks – as bribery often worked with the mare).
From there, they could whittle their way back down the wall, and return to the necessities of the day.
[FIN]
From there, they could whittle their way back down the wall, and return to the necessities of the day.
[FIN]
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
