remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos, unware of any insecurities, notions of inexperience, or matters going on through her mind, merely watched, waited, a tilt of his head in quiet scrutiny. Newly come into magic was always an intriguing step in too many directions – sometimes overwhelming, sometimes menacing, sometimes merely enigmatic. If she’d only just discovered her enchantments, the chance that it was unwieldly at best was a considerable challenge – but they’d all started there, at some point. He’d been a boy when the life draining tenacity pulsed through his hands, through his frame, through his figure, utterly confusing and demanding. He gave her a nod, and moved further into the grounds themselves, eyes going towards targets, but uncertain with what she’d require for training if he wasn’t aware of the kind of invocations she had. The Sword’s head swiveled back, the piercing juncture of his gaze narrowing, deep in methodical, meticulous conjectures. “What do you have?”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
