DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Deimos snickered, a very juvenile, boyish grin against the wall, as he snagged at one of the last holds. It wouldn’t be much longer until he’d maintained his prowess at the top of the climbing apparatus, and his abilities would be rendered fully capable again. The glint of mischief varnished and lacquered over the Attuned natures – permitting her to regard the notions of impending doom.
Listening to the rally of the earth below, at his own beck and call, made him laugh again, barely stifled, snorting along the veneer of ice and rime. Even some of his own soldiers chuckled from the peak, and he couldn’t help but snort when the snowball went very wide this time. It landed upon the training fixture with a sudden splat, allowing him another opportunity.
Which the Sword often took – snagging at some proportions of snow collected on the summit, and with his Mastered Air, rallying it in modest drifts and piles for Cordelia – perhaps to magically cascade over her.
Listening to the rally of the earth below, at his own beck and call, made him laugh again, barely stifled, snorting along the veneer of ice and rime. Even some of his own soldiers chuckled from the peak, and he couldn’t help but snort when the snowball went very wide this time. It landed upon the training fixture with a sudden splat, allowing him another opportunity.
Which the Sword often took – snagging at some proportions of snow collected on the summit, and with his Mastered Air, rallying it in modest drifts and piles for Cordelia – perhaps to magically cascade over her.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
