DEIMOS
They all grew in some capacity – in magic, in shifts, in wisdom, in merits, in merriment. Caido always offered a clear depiction of strength, weakness, power, and all the other discrepancies entangled within, but sometimes it wasn’t always clear until one utilized the efforts. Inch by inch, turn by turn, trial by trial, unfurled something within all of them; some swifter and faster because it meant survival or demise, others slow and modest because it came when it was only truly recognized for its merits. A cheeky grin formed in response to hers, as the flames flickered away into nothing more than embers and ash on the wind, and they too were soon cast out into the cold, drifting air. “My control is excellent. But it may be in combination with the creation magic,” he offered with a shrug; veins compelled to enact both within heartbeats and instances. Gloves touched and he arched a brow, watching as it was lowered back to her hands. “Thank you.” With a light whisper, he tapped against the tooth, watching as the marks still began to fade away to nothing. “Your turn again.”
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
