Cordelia
The path changes, Deimos unwilling to let things go, pushing further and harder. He takes them through a small obstacle course of frozen ponds and puddles, darting and weaving through the bodies of water, trying to shake her. Cordelia is not so easily deterred. She presses forward, breathing deeply, muscles aching pleasantly as she keeps up with him.
Speed isn't the issue. Nor is it her ability to outmaneuver. They easily kept pace with one another. Both occasionally edging in front of the other. Cordelia can't help the delight that bounds along the bond to crash into his. It's a freeing feeling. Both of them unhinged, wild, almost rabid with the freedom this affords them.
Speed isn't the issue. Nor is it her ability to outmaneuver. They easily kept pace with one another. Both occasionally edging in front of the other. Cordelia can't help the delight that bounds along the bond to crash into his. It's a freeing feeling. Both of them unhinged, wild, almost rabid with the freedom this affords them.
Barefoot in the wildest winter
Catching my death
Catching my death
