DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
An impasse doomed to fracture at some point, and already at a disadvantage, Deimos saw the writing on the wall. And though he loathed to lose, at the very least this game didn’t come with monumental circumstances, death knells, vacant threats, or looming failure. Not a crushing defeat, not a plague, not a floundering, but a sigh quelled deep within his chest, as he admitted her victory.
For the wind battered at his face, even as he lifted his jaw to it in some seditious display, the leaves sticking and curling into his locks, eventually being the only thing worn.
“All right,” he uttered with only the slightest pout and frown, discarding his last remaining stitch of clothing, snatching at the waistband of his boxers and adding them to the pile. Standing very close to the braziers now, arms crossed and entire figure on display (again), he managed to bow and tilt his head in some mocking anguish. “You win. What is your prize?”
For the wind battered at his face, even as he lifted his jaw to it in some seditious display, the leaves sticking and curling into his locks, eventually being the only thing worn.
“All right,” he uttered with only the slightest pout and frown, discarding his last remaining stitch of clothing, snatching at the waistband of his boxers and adding them to the pile. Standing very close to the braziers now, arms crossed and entire figure on display (again), he managed to bow and tilt his head in some mocking anguish. “You win. What is your prize?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
