you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
Even if it was rhetorical in the quiet, the monolith answered just the same, a confident roll of shoulders brimming and brewing. “We will see,” he supposed, in light of everything else, that the way Abandoneds had been treated might have been placed by the wayside, for what loomed in the distance. And even if things didn’t alter significantly, he’d still be there, confident and self-assured and capable of wielding, teaching, and ensuring those that wanted to learn and grow would be welcomed.
“Later then,” he teased and taunted about distractions, before listening as they waded, and Evie demonstrated her skills. While Deimos had been taught from a very early age to respect the water, and then hone every arch of fundamentals within it (for there’d been no other option save for drowning in the Tides’ outer reaches), the Hollowed Grounds Naturals didn’t seem to hold the Glade in the same regard. Understandable, with its thickened weeds and indifferent haze, with other provisions to be made. Shelter to be kept. Food to be gathered. Monsters to hide from – both human and Voice-made.
Deimos watched, free of judgement, arms crossing over his chest as he would within the midst of the barracks, witnessing his soldiers go through their routines. The healer had the very basics, and so after a moment (and he prided himself on not laughing at her doggy paddle), his eyes flickered along to the wall. Eventually, he turned back towards her, obviously calculating and plotting. “Maybe we can start with pushing and gliding then,” and he moved closer to the stony barrier, beckoning her closer with a single arm wave.
Ensuring she was listening, his explanations began, placing his frame against the wall. “This is to help you figure out the streamlined shape you need, and get you ready for kicking.” For demonstration, he stretched out his arms, face in the water, before using his powerful legs to push off the smoother portions of rock, pointing his toes, only relegating a singular launch of motion in the pool. “I can catch you if need be,” he smirked, a fair distance away, waiting for her to try.
“Later then,” he teased and taunted about distractions, before listening as they waded, and Evie demonstrated her skills. While Deimos had been taught from a very early age to respect the water, and then hone every arch of fundamentals within it (for there’d been no other option save for drowning in the Tides’ outer reaches), the Hollowed Grounds Naturals didn’t seem to hold the Glade in the same regard. Understandable, with its thickened weeds and indifferent haze, with other provisions to be made. Shelter to be kept. Food to be gathered. Monsters to hide from – both human and Voice-made.
Deimos watched, free of judgement, arms crossing over his chest as he would within the midst of the barracks, witnessing his soldiers go through their routines. The healer had the very basics, and so after a moment (and he prided himself on not laughing at her doggy paddle), his eyes flickered along to the wall. Eventually, he turned back towards her, obviously calculating and plotting. “Maybe we can start with pushing and gliding then,” and he moved closer to the stony barrier, beckoning her closer with a single arm wave.
Ensuring she was listening, his explanations began, placing his frame against the wall. “This is to help you figure out the streamlined shape you need, and get you ready for kicking.” For demonstration, he stretched out his arms, face in the water, before using his powerful legs to push off the smoother portions of rock, pointing his toes, only relegating a singular launch of motion in the pool. “I can catch you if need be,” he smirked, a fair distance away, waiting for her to try.
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