DEIMOS
Having gone first, he didn’t notice Kiada’s actions until he was already on the ground, staring, watching, waiting – not even bothering to hold back the sudden onslaught of amusement reverberating through the attuned bonds. He hadn’t bothered with that particular reign of terror – Safrin had supplied that once already – indifferent and not bothering to react about being called a wimp (first time for everything, he supposed). Because he hadn’t been afraid of drifting into the wind, about plummeting into the earth, not when he’d known his own abilities, capabilities, thundering through his veins, not when a fresh round of horror seemed to bleed through their senses – his piercing eyes coiling back to Adam. He nearly asked if it was worth it; but knowing Adam, the adrenaline rush would’ve echoed far beyond the means of dread and fear. Instead, on a dare, on a goading, on a provocation, he simply amounted amidst their tones and tunes. Again? Somewhere different? The same? Did Adam want it under his own power and choice? Or had it been enough?
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
