DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He’d already ran several times alongside the rest of his warriors beside the Citadel wall, along their dawn patrols. And then looped back around to chase after stragglers. So her current wandering only re-emphasized the teasing, because while they’d been foolish and ridiculous, they’d also been silent in the latest rounds, concentrating on fulfilling their end of bargains. “You can always come jog in the morning with us,” not saying that they started before the sun came up.
But suddenly the footing was shaken up again, because the pursuit of snow hit pale skin, forcing her towards a brazier and to admit some level of chill contorting through the air. Flames played off of both of them, highlights of juxta positioned flames, and the grin remained an unrelenting spirit along his mouth, even as she pummeled him with her pants.
Which he caught, but allowed to count, rolling his eyes as he launched them towards her pile.
Deimos took a moment to survey in slow, precise measures with his hooded gaze and tilted head, before remembering he had to take his off as well. Snorting, and realizing quickly he was going to be down to very little shortly, a slight wrinkle to his nose compelled as hands went for the buttons on his pants. Thereafter, it was a graceful tugging of zippers and trousers, leaving a shudder as his skin felt the change of temperature, well-muscled legs, and more scars. And boxers – the only thing he was down to.
Following in her stead, he smirked, rolling them up in a ball and hurling them in her direction.
But suddenly the footing was shaken up again, because the pursuit of snow hit pale skin, forcing her towards a brazier and to admit some level of chill contorting through the air. Flames played off of both of them, highlights of juxta positioned flames, and the grin remained an unrelenting spirit along his mouth, even as she pummeled him with her pants.
Which he caught, but allowed to count, rolling his eyes as he launched them towards her pile.
Deimos took a moment to survey in slow, precise measures with his hooded gaze and tilted head, before remembering he had to take his off as well. Snorting, and realizing quickly he was going to be down to very little shortly, a slight wrinkle to his nose compelled as hands went for the buttons on his pants. Thereafter, it was a graceful tugging of zippers and trousers, leaving a shudder as his skin felt the change of temperature, well-muscled legs, and more scars. And boxers – the only thing he was down to.
Following in her stead, he smirked, rolling them up in a ball and hurling them in her direction.
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
