remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Considering Deimos could easily decimate multitudes in his wake and power, and never had, spoke to reason that he wouldn’t be doing the same here either. But where Alys didn’t know him, the presumption was free to linger, even if he’d just promised she wouldn’t be coming to harm. An occasional cretin and mischief maker, yes, but loyal and veracious to a fault.
Spiraling the makeshift pebbles around, and beginning to coordinate them into purposeful movements (sometimes outlining images; like a dragon) with a brazen ease, he arched a brow, kindling a slight grin at her words. “Your magic.” Not pausing in his incantations, he persisted in education, eyes catching the way the mouse flickered. “When they are fluid, easy, and readily available to you, then you can concentrate on other things.” But until then, he’d push, be insistent, steady, and firm with his teaching. “When you can hold it for more than a minute, you can take a break.” A light, perhaps, at the end of the tunnel.
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
