I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“Sometimes you can only find out by testing it. Trying.” A shrug of his shoulders, a maneuver through straight-lined muscles and form, curiosity getting the better of him again. There’d been endless days where he’d strived and practiced, eased the sense of burdens away from his mind and simply applied, strived, unraveling bits and pieces through his blood and pulse until everything became fluid, tangible, and real. An instant incantation at his beck and call, a flicker of a flame, a gilded adornment through his palms, a rush of life draining capabilities.
His head tilted vaguely, before the piercing slate of his stare went towards the Academy in the distance. “The Academy offers training, and so do I, within the barracks.” If she sought to apply herself, there were always safe places to instill the practice. Find firmer ground. Options to consider within the haze.
Though, he’d noticed but scarcely mentioned (somewhere, his mother probably rolled over in her grave) any hint of introductions. Eventually, he peeled away from the gate, extending his hand. “I am Deimos. Who are you?”
His head tilted vaguely, before the piercing slate of his stare went towards the Academy in the distance. “The Academy offers training, and so do I, within the barracks.” If she sought to apply herself, there were always safe places to instill the practice. Find firmer ground. Options to consider within the haze.
Though, he’d noticed but scarcely mentioned (somewhere, his mother probably rolled over in her grave) any hint of introductions. Eventually, he peeled away from the gate, extending his hand. “I am Deimos. Who are you?”
DEIMOS
