heaven's a mindset away

you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly

Deimos kept his word, through convictions and actions, and stood still, waiting for the inevitable. The General had his instructor notions keened and primed, studious eyes watching carefully, not to pick apart, but to ensure there were some successes and where to grow and gain from thereafter. A small smile meandered along his mouth at her warning, dissipating into a snort, before a nod of weighted measure and encouragement unfurled through.

She didn’t do badly, really, given the improvised space, pushing off the barrier, maintaining streamlined precision. Where she faltered was the unease in features being plastered against the water – common, when one hadn’t practiced breathing, or holding such measures, amongst ominous potency. These elements meant danger and trepidation. A natural, inborn fear to overcome – much like battle and wars and fields full of enemies.

So he walked forward, wading a few more steps to meet her, arms open wide so she didn’t crash into him. “You did well,” he rumbled. A silly inquiry ensued, but something they’d done as children – pondering comfort levels, a way to ease into the idea of being surrounded by channels of dominions they couldn’t conquer, but certainly survive within. “Did you ever try to blow bubbles?”

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