you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Belial soared over the unfurling plumes of steam and heat, rushing along on some unseen thermals, as Deimos set the bag down along a rock close to the fringes of the pool. He tilted his head towards her, avoiding the mischievous and boyish inclination to rush over and push her in from her current perch, still smirking despite the inquiry. “Should be. We used this water for healing back when many were sick.” Himself included; and it had ensured the illness held off for days at a time while they worked on solving that issue – eyes distractedly maneuvering away and back towards the cave system aperture, recalling the falls and the roar of the leviathan, the fiery caprices and powers of Tanau.
Shrugging his shoulders and bringing his focus back to the present, he sat down on another boulder, taking off his shoes and placing them beside the bag. On another notion and consideration, his stare went out towards the springs again. “Probably for a range of time, anyway.” Maybe like a sauna; limitations due to the complexity of the heat.
The residual juvenility won out in the end regardless, the Cheshire grin returning in broad strokes, a goading, a challenge, lingering across the rumbling accord. “You do not have to.” But it wasn’t going to stop him. Deimos stripped out layers quickly and efficiently, tunic and pants gone and tucked away, revealing predicted muscles and scars, leaving little to the imagination, save for swim trunks. Putting those amidst the rest of the belongings, he wandered towards the fringes, and stepped down in.
Shrugging his shoulders and bringing his focus back to the present, he sat down on another boulder, taking off his shoes and placing them beside the bag. On another notion and consideration, his stare went out towards the springs again. “Probably for a range of time, anyway.” Maybe like a sauna; limitations due to the complexity of the heat.
The residual juvenility won out in the end regardless, the Cheshire grin returning in broad strokes, a goading, a challenge, lingering across the rumbling accord. “You do not have to.” But it wasn’t going to stop him. Deimos stripped out layers quickly and efficiently, tunic and pants gone and tucked away, revealing predicted muscles and scars, leaving little to the imagination, save for swim trunks. Putting those amidst the rest of the belongings, he wandered towards the fringes, and stepped down in.
DEIMOS
