DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Maybe it was the blind leading the blind then, striding out along slate and magma proportions. He raised his chin and jawline, perhaps a bit defiantly, glancing out along the crust and mantle with a furrowed brow – pondering layers, hows, and whys amidst the land’s creation, but permitting himself to be leisurely distracted by Ru’s answers in the same stead.
Bored was dangerous in the Valkyrie’s midst – though perhaps not as much as her mercurial aspects in vengeance and spite. The Sword managed another slow, lazy smile at the response, hastening to draw his locks back into a bun, already uncertain if he enjoyed the levels of heat conspiring along the plumes and vestiges. “The waiting,” he nodded in understanding, having been on many a battlefield, restlessly standing in line, or moving along, muscles fine-tuned and ready.
Moving closer to a mound of solidified lava, mostly to crouch and inspect, his stare went back to her. “Deepfrost was quiet.” And then a subtle smirk, mostly to tease and taunt in different directions. “Talyson was worried about your spa.”
Bored was dangerous in the Valkyrie’s midst – though perhaps not as much as her mercurial aspects in vengeance and spite. The Sword managed another slow, lazy smile at the response, hastening to draw his locks back into a bun, already uncertain if he enjoyed the levels of heat conspiring along the plumes and vestiges. “The waiting,” he nodded in understanding, having been on many a battlefield, restlessly standing in line, or moving along, muscles fine-tuned and ready.
Moving closer to a mound of solidified lava, mostly to crouch and inspect, his stare went back to her. “Deepfrost was quiet.” And then a subtle smirk, mostly to tease and taunt in different directions. “Talyson was worried about your spa.”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
