Deimos
Deimos and buildings had a longstanding tradition of fire-related issues – but at the very least he was aiding in minimizing this current malady. The lack of people inside, as far as Jack knew, made the situation less disconcerting and dire, resisting the urge to run along the edges or beneath collapsing fringes and check.
Not expecting the compliment, he arched his brow, but continued in de-escalating the situation, snagging at flames and reducing their existence, or immersing them beneath the stretch of water. “Thank you.” Snagging at another portion, he twisted and turned the embers and flames back into themselves, suffusing their urgency and energy. “Do you know how it started?” Perhaps arson was a regular thing in Torchline, or some other multitudes had snagged and caught.
Not expecting the compliment, he arched his brow, but continued in de-escalating the situation, snagging at flames and reducing their existence, or immersing them beneath the stretch of water. “Thank you.” Snagging at another portion, he twisted and turned the embers and flames back into themselves, suffusing their urgency and energy. “Do you know how it started?” Perhaps arson was a regular thing in Torchline, or some other multitudes had snagged and caught.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
