remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
A healthy respect for such an element was to be expected; even if Deimos himself always held a penchant for the infernal flames. Perhaps due to its power, renewing properties, or the ties to his father, but it ran inherent amidst his blood just as rapidly and natural as life drain – a promise of disaster or mayhem. But he wielded it now as if they were harmless orbs, arching back and forth in radiant contortions of light; bending and swaying to the ease of his control. Where his previous notions had conducted dragons and luxeres, these formed foxes with nine tails, and unicorns hastening across open space.Enough of a distraction for anyone, unless they were purposeful and ready.
He glanced over to see Alys’s reaction – if she could prevail again, or be swindled away by purposeful interruptions and diversions. At first, he expected some mild subversion and defiance, for the mouse to make another appearance, skittering across the snow before dissipating. So he was pleasantly amused and surprised, by way of the crook of his grin, as a cardinal reigned along her shoulder, head tilting in the way all birds watched for predators. “All right,” he offered after another minute. “You can stop.”
From there, the embers were doused immediately, and his gaze returned to her. “You did well. Continue doing that each day, and you will find your magic and endurance greatly improved.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
