DEIMOS
He arrived too; the Sword, the monolith, the General, on careful, meticulous steps, on proceedings both foreign and circumspect. Not without offerings, not without thoughts, not without the meticulous warnings in the back of his mind – everything cautious, calculated, puzzling through the motions.
An echo of another’s words reached him, and he knew them all, the familiarity, the press of the vows, of the oaths, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t breathe, something tightening in his chest. Another gauge taken out of a scarred and blackened heart; jaw clenching, pondering if he should depart.
Zuriel nudged him forward, and he angled on, eyes refusing to go to the Shield. Instead, he lifted the blackened metal lantern out of his satchel, igniting the flame, permitting the details to emerge along the scattered embers of its strong, sturdy design. He didn’t stand beside Amalia, but somewhere in the midst behind the water – and then, wondering if it would be an issue, a problem, incantations began to stir.
Then he strived, reaching, reaching, reaching in the back of his mind, to pulse, divert, and pull the depths out of the pathways – for a fire god to step along the boundaries without complaint.
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Deimos offers a black metal lantern, and attempts to divert the water out of the pathways with his Mastered Water magic.
An echo of another’s words reached him, and he knew them all, the familiarity, the press of the vows, of the oaths, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t breathe, something tightening in his chest. Another gauge taken out of a scarred and blackened heart; jaw clenching, pondering if he should depart.
Zuriel nudged him forward, and he angled on, eyes refusing to go to the Shield. Instead, he lifted the blackened metal lantern out of his satchel, igniting the flame, permitting the details to emerge along the scattered embers of its strong, sturdy design. He didn’t stand beside Amalia, but somewhere in the midst behind the water – and then, wondering if it would be an issue, a problem, incantations began to stir.
Then he strived, reaching, reaching, reaching in the back of his mind, to pulse, divert, and pull the depths out of the pathways – for a fire god to step along the boundaries without complaint.
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Deimos offers a black metal lantern, and attempts to divert the water out of the pathways with his Mastered Water magic.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
