you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
The motions of the droplets rippled and undulated to form minor mirrors and complexities of the Fangs, with myriad pathways and icy surfaces, jagged and edged, or smooth and perfected in their glassy haze. They rapidly twisted and turned, knowing he had his audience’s attention, into the blank canvas of the Sea of Glass, between baubles of spheres and a long, winding road of stark tundra.
When his gaze broke away from the watery exhibition, it flickered back to hers, blushing slightly but snorting just the same, at the mention of faith in him. “I meant in yourself,” and he quickly looked back to the creations, binding them back into angled portions of the Climb – wondering if he’d ever amount to the things people saw him as. He could be a paragon of strength and a bastion of brutality, but certainly not fixtures and features of light. He blended too naturally into shadow. “But thank you.”
Deimos had known the callout was coming, alleviating and rupturing the moment with a tactical eye roll. “I am familiar with the notions, yes,” and he sighed, partitioning a portion of the watery Climb for a more bejeweled cavern. The Sword made no mention of having drawn himself into such parallels that he’d met his demise – believing somehow, despite everything, he was stronger here. Maybe it was the people.
Not one to get too sentimental, his piercing gaze flickered back. “Did you want to practice swimming?” And not by being dragged around by him – which didn’t count.
When his gaze broke away from the watery exhibition, it flickered back to hers, blushing slightly but snorting just the same, at the mention of faith in him. “I meant in yourself,” and he quickly looked back to the creations, binding them back into angled portions of the Climb – wondering if he’d ever amount to the things people saw him as. He could be a paragon of strength and a bastion of brutality, but certainly not fixtures and features of light. He blended too naturally into shadow. “But thank you.”
Deimos had known the callout was coming, alleviating and rupturing the moment with a tactical eye roll. “I am familiar with the notions, yes,” and he sighed, partitioning a portion of the watery Climb for a more bejeweled cavern. The Sword made no mention of having drawn himself into such parallels that he’d met his demise – believing somehow, despite everything, he was stronger here. Maybe it was the people.
Not one to get too sentimental, his piercing gaze flickered back. “Did you want to practice swimming?” And not by being dragged around by him – which didn’t count.
DEIMOS
