DEIMOS
On sparse occasions the Sword found the ability to comfort and ease; rarer moments still when they weren’t amid danger or demolition. By contrast, the trepidation within his soul remained, but granting manners of communication and sanctity were far better achievements than settling the apprehension into his chest again. A subtle smirk shifted along his features, watching her from the corner of his eyes as they began to walk once more, the earthen incantations flickering down, intentions not forgotten during the rise and swell of emotions.
Though he had to laugh at other insinuations, his hand reaching for hers to drag her along muck and bog. Not a thundering boom, but a more collected and conducted sound, as if meant to be shared only in this sanction, and nowhere else. The innuendo alone had him snickering thereafter. “I certainly have not stopped you before,” watching and waiting to see her reaction, before his gaze rested on warped trees and wiry branches. “Though I could do the same to you.”
Though he had to laugh at other insinuations, his hand reaching for hers to drag her along muck and bog. Not a thundering boom, but a more collected and conducted sound, as if meant to be shared only in this sanction, and nowhere else. The innuendo alone had him snickering thereafter. “I certainly have not stopped you before,” watching and waiting to see her reaction, before his gaze rested on warped trees and wiry branches. “Though I could do the same to you.”
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
