DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Furs, clothing, and armor could be mended. Even parts of his flesh, tissue, and muscle could be warped, pieced back together, stitched in its seams by the unicorn nestled somewhere. It mattered very little too – his body was a canvas, a litany, of triumph, loss, and the things he’d done, conquered, to protect others. If her blade nicked and nettled, he’d continue; a fortress, a monolith, a tower of tenacious pursuits and Machiavellian wiles.
Her inexperience showed now in the surprise, in the rippling accord of blades meeting, and her stepping away, her grimace as he continued to snag and take. The upper hand was his, shifting, turning the tides with footwork, movement, and motion, the slash of steel a promising, indulgent sound, a preference in the cacophony, echoing and bounding over stones.
Then she proceeded further back, back, back, and outside of this world, in the realms of true battle, he would’ve pressed. He would’ve lunged. He would’ve stalked and presided and marked her as prey. But this was a learning center, a battleground for education, and his eyes widened as she simply seemed to admit defeat. Based on her previous ambitions and aspirations, he’d thought Elide to be one of the more stubborn individuals, someone to raise their head, their jaw, and extend defiance, sedition, into the void.
The monolith’s sword rested, lingered, at his side, as the rest of the crowd began to disperse. They returned to their duties, and he did the same, muffling the sigh threatening to linger down through his lungs. Maybe this was a lesson they all snagged, sooner or later. “You cannot expect to know so much in so little a time.” For one – immersing herself into being conquered so readily, in the midst of a spar, was not a grand start. The piercing, puncturing gaze weighed down upon her, and he tilted his head, breaking apart the role of some ominous, overwhelming, dominating figure (not the Reaper, not now), and measuring his countenance with calm, with patience, with understanding. “What do you value more? You will stare at death many times in this world.” She would’ve known that – a Natural from Halo – but the perception needed to be clear. Especially for one who hunted dragons.
Her inexperience showed now in the surprise, in the rippling accord of blades meeting, and her stepping away, her grimace as he continued to snag and take. The upper hand was his, shifting, turning the tides with footwork, movement, and motion, the slash of steel a promising, indulgent sound, a preference in the cacophony, echoing and bounding over stones.
Then she proceeded further back, back, back, and outside of this world, in the realms of true battle, he would’ve pressed. He would’ve lunged. He would’ve stalked and presided and marked her as prey. But this was a learning center, a battleground for education, and his eyes widened as she simply seemed to admit defeat. Based on her previous ambitions and aspirations, he’d thought Elide to be one of the more stubborn individuals, someone to raise their head, their jaw, and extend defiance, sedition, into the void.
The monolith’s sword rested, lingered, at his side, as the rest of the crowd began to disperse. They returned to their duties, and he did the same, muffling the sigh threatening to linger down through his lungs. Maybe this was a lesson they all snagged, sooner or later. “You cannot expect to know so much in so little a time.” For one – immersing herself into being conquered so readily, in the midst of a spar, was not a grand start. The piercing, puncturing gaze weighed down upon her, and he tilted his head, breaking apart the role of some ominous, overwhelming, dominating figure (not the Reaper, not now), and measuring his countenance with calm, with patience, with understanding. “What do you value more? You will stare at death many times in this world.” She would’ve known that – a Natural from Halo – but the perception needed to be clear. Especially for one who hunted dragons.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
