Deimos
She could hold her forthright beliefs, but he’d still scoff, snort, and roll his eyes from beneath their ridiculous canopy. It was better than settling into silence, listening for scratches along walls from outside, from unrelenting apprehension spanning through their bones. Besides, the Sword would remain satisfied at the flush on her cheeks, reveling in it as he leaned further back, a smug little smile appearing on his features, regardless of their tug of war.
Narrowing his gaze at her attempt to trap his foot, his brow arched, watching and waiting for the next rampart and opportunity, when it came into laughter and open ground. He might’ve surveyed her dramatic chewing with muffled laughter, but readied appreciation all the same. A multitude of invoked ideas corresponded to the challenge, however, from the carnal to the innocent, deciding to settle somewhere in between.
For now. Deimos didn’t grovel.
“I see,” was all he gave at first. Then Air magic stirred, small in the confining space, rustling against sheets and entanglements, before purposefully prying one of the clustered marshmallows from her cup, intending to levitate, and then spurn them forward. Directly into his cup.
Narrowing his gaze at her attempt to trap his foot, his brow arched, watching and waiting for the next rampart and opportunity, when it came into laughter and open ground. He might’ve surveyed her dramatic chewing with muffled laughter, but readied appreciation all the same. A multitude of invoked ideas corresponded to the challenge, however, from the carnal to the innocent, deciding to settle somewhere in between.
For now. Deimos didn’t grovel.
“I see,” was all he gave at first. Then Air magic stirred, small in the confining space, rustling against sheets and entanglements, before purposefully prying one of the clustered marshmallows from her cup, intending to levitate, and then spurn them forward. Directly into his cup.
it's not the waking, it's the rising
It's the fire it ignites
It's the fire it ignites
