DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
Warm glows filtered and flickered across parchment as he designated line after line in a makeshift draft of weaponry; fire crackling, quiet looming, a herald before a storm. Both Zuriel and Belial were occupied in front of the hearth, giving him ample opportunity to get more work done, and began to sketch another item in the corner, before eventuality was conjured in the form of crimson and echoes – looking up from his desk to see Evie gliding in. Arching a brow, but incapable of not forming a fond smile at her appearance, he leaned back in his chair for half a moment, placing the charcoal down. “I hope you are not implying I lack stamina.”
Meant to be cheeky and obnoxious, he eventually rose from the seat, grabbing his jacket draped along the back, acknowledging her presence in his space by leaning down, brushing his lips gently over her cheek. “Hello,” he ghosted in a light tone over pale skin, before pulling away, teasing all the while as he began to immediately wander down the halls, into the midst of the training grounds. “I am sure.” On an afterthought, as he paused near the door of the armory, the Sword called back over his shoulder. “Magic or weapons?”
Meant to be cheeky and obnoxious, he eventually rose from the seat, grabbing his jacket draped along the back, acknowledging her presence in his space by leaning down, brushing his lips gently over her cheek. “Hello,” he ghosted in a light tone over pale skin, before pulling away, teasing all the while as he began to immediately wander down the halls, into the midst of the training grounds. “I am sure.” On an afterthought, as he paused near the door of the armory, the Sword called back over his shoulder. “Magic or weapons?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
