[SWE] It ends in fire

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The wild, vivid flames settled against his piercing stare, combined with fire and ice, made him recall days spent watching his father feed infernos, create the most illustrious conflagrations, and as a boy, they’d been the best sort of demolition and intrigue. He’d witnessed danger, but not beyond the realm of control; Ignatius had been capable of contorting and coiling the ethers of embers long before Deimos had ever taken his first breath, and it’d provided the sense of precision and meticulous nature the Reaper devised for his own invocations. But it’d never be the bright, earnest upheaval of blazes and coals; his were stark and sudden, draining and devouring, a consumption of life in silent, effortless wakes, withering, decaying, slowly sinking into oblivion without a warning, without a notion until it was too late. His daydreaming concluded at Rexanna’s presence at his side: comforting, familiar, without preamble or necessities. Perhaps it was the sense of blended lives and parallel journeys, the relative ease of those who’d long since been acquaintances, secrets and subterfuges locked in age-old alliances, between the realms of the past and the present. He quirked his brow at her, arms still crossed but features resonating with deep amusement; a chuckle, a grin, still stuck on his mouth. He wouldn’t give them any due credit for the arrival of the Spark Bird: that had been by others far more in-tune than himself, but it’d be nice to believe their offerings, however minimal, minute, and miniscule, had done something to urge the embers onward. The Reaper’s tones were light, in accordance with the fire, the luster, the radiance of the hour. “And we survived.” In the madness, in the turmoil, in the unwinding, unleashed acrimony, he considered it a victory. master of nothing place of recoil and grace

Rexanna <3