DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
What was meant to be a compliment somehow sequestered itself straight into innuendo, and he didn’t even bother fighting off the imminent eyeroll. “I said what I said,” pinpointing any jocular notions with the roguish edges of his smile, leaving her to wonder about whatever fantasies he’d ever concocted; his mind had always been a restless thing.
Another grin against her lips sealed the arcs and lilts of curiosity, and he’d eagerly swallow her groan had it been directed in other manifestations; for now, it was kept in basking heel, with the hooded depths of her eyes watching her slip out of any other restricting articles. A deadline and timeline caused a brief eruption of laughter, loud and echoing across the bathroom tiles, before she ghosted and spirited away, snagging at the water first.
The Sword didn’t much mind, another taunting escalation causing his brow to shift upwards. “Or else..?” for her mere threats alone often amused. But well divested of any of his clothing long before, he pursued and persisted, following in the wake of showering droplets; half-inclined to snag at all the cascades for himself. Instead, the rivulets clung to bare skin, while his mind strived to indicate passing semblances of a perhaps well-minded youth, but also foolish and naïve. Hands purposefully brushing past her to snag at the bar of soap, he volleyed it between his palms, setting up bait and traps and snares. “Apparently a Koa, from Stormbreak, wanted to expand the Dragoons and grant them authority throughout each land, without discussing this with any leader.”
Another grin against her lips sealed the arcs and lilts of curiosity, and he’d eagerly swallow her groan had it been directed in other manifestations; for now, it was kept in basking heel, with the hooded depths of her eyes watching her slip out of any other restricting articles. A deadline and timeline caused a brief eruption of laughter, loud and echoing across the bathroom tiles, before she ghosted and spirited away, snagging at the water first.
The Sword didn’t much mind, another taunting escalation causing his brow to shift upwards. “Or else..?” for her mere threats alone often amused. But well divested of any of his clothing long before, he pursued and persisted, following in the wake of showering droplets; half-inclined to snag at all the cascades for himself. Instead, the rivulets clung to bare skin, while his mind strived to indicate passing semblances of a perhaps well-minded youth, but also foolish and naïve. Hands purposefully brushing past her to snag at the bar of soap, he volleyed it between his palms, setting up bait and traps and snares. “Apparently a Koa, from Stormbreak, wanted to expand the Dragoons and grant them authority throughout each land, without discussing this with any leader.”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
