DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Laughter volleyed, not from him, but from Aisha, exuding its presence around the crowd and people gathered, harking through the re-established halls. Perhaps that’s what they had missed – the rallying cheer, the ridiculous, sometimes mischievous qualities of training. It could fill the stony marks and the armored denizens, so they were more than just solemn, guarded faces. So he chuckled in return, side-stepping, maneuvering like a cat, like a feral, fowl beast, waiting for her next strike.
She could slice and parse her way towards him, but the undulation of his weapon, the firm grip, remained without piercing, shattering interplay. Muscles bore and strength forged, no denial in its tracings, meeting her upheaval and sedition with his own. But they’d played these games before – and the challenge bemused, coiled into machinations, made him think instead of just hone in on memory and inherency alone. His steel matched the metal in his grasp, and he smirked; taking the opportunity to slash upwards, intending to counteract her attack with a similar disposition, attempting to launch her blade, hoping it would scatter across the floor.
She could slice and parse her way towards him, but the undulation of his weapon, the firm grip, remained without piercing, shattering interplay. Muscles bore and strength forged, no denial in its tracings, meeting her upheaval and sedition with his own. But they’d played these games before – and the challenge bemused, coiled into machinations, made him think instead of just hone in on memory and inherency alone. His steel matched the metal in his grasp, and he smirked; taking the opportunity to slash upwards, intending to counteract her attack with a similar disposition, attempting to launch her blade, hoping it would scatter across the floor.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
