Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
The Sword’s brow arched at the creation of the mirrors, but shrugged, accepting one on the opportunity and chance they’d be able to contort and manifest one on their own. “We can try,” and he nodded, opting to walk further, intending to find a spot where they could perhaps lean one against a rock, while the other individual strived to catch the rainbow with their hands…
Though he was distracted momentarily by the patch of memory snow they began to meander by. One clear outline gave him pause, brow arching – usually not one for curses or oaths; much more inclined to other nefarious ways of vengeance. It struck him as humorous though, and he spent a good moment muffling some laughter through his lungs, before shaking his head and moving on.
Eventually though, there was a decent sized boulder, and he propped his mirror against its side. “Here might work?” Though he was entirely open to suggestions – a bit out of his elements with rainbow formations.
Though he was distracted momentarily by the patch of memory snow they began to meander by. One clear outline gave him pause, brow arching – usually not one for curses or oaths; much more inclined to other nefarious ways of vengeance. It struck him as humorous though, and he spent a good moment muffling some laughter through his lungs, before shaking his head and moving on.
Eventually though, there was a decent sized boulder, and he propped his mirror against its side. “Here might work?” Though he was entirely open to suggestions – a bit out of his elements with rainbow formations.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
