DEIMOS
Used to multiple lives where people died around him, became injured on a daily basis, and were involved in all manner of chaos, his concern had been habitual, nearly routine. His brows furrowed slightly, then arched as she answered, casting aside his consternation for humor. When it seemed she truly wasn’t wounded, marred, or anything the like (perhaps just fatigued from sprinting onward, instead of conserving), he simply snorted through the bond.
It was a fair inquiry, he supposed, and his tone meandered in a cool, dry affect - a grin curling on the edges of his mouth. Maybe. The notions followed through on a shrug of his shoulders before he pulled away, permitting her space, casting himself onward in the direction of the Miana Pool. Curiosity pulled though, stretching just as much as his muscles, contorting back towards her even as he coasted upon currents and ripples in the sea. What do you do if any of you are injured? Did they have their own healing measures within the ocean?
It was a fair inquiry, he supposed, and his tone meandered in a cool, dry affect - a grin curling on the edges of his mouth. Maybe. The notions followed through on a shrug of his shoulders before he pulled away, permitting her space, casting himself onward in the direction of the Miana Pool. Curiosity pulled though, stretching just as much as his muscles, contorting back towards her even as he coasted upon currents and ripples in the sea. What do you do if any of you are injured? Did they have their own healing measures within the ocean?
who we were before bones, before dirt, before even light
we have always been deep, restless souls
we have always been deep, restless souls
