Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
Deimos, ever the observant and diligent cretin, watched as Sah managed to snag and catch at the elemental fixtures. Briefly baffled and perplexed himself, and pondering over other opportunities missed, he snorted as the rainbow seemed to flicker and remain along the Abandoned’s palm – clearly tangible. “Bizarre,” he laughed, maintaining the balance of incantations and fixtures. As for the other notions of methods, the Sword could only shrug his shoulders and shake his head. “I say whatever way works best.” If something slithered or fell away, they could always snag another.
Which led him to trying again, because he was a patient, forbearing monolith too, and crouching further, he reached for another brief glow of the blending hues. Careful, methodical, and purposefully slow, he reached as if it might dash away into the day, hoping it somehow managed to stick to his palms.
Which led him to trying again, because he was a patient, forbearing monolith too, and crouching further, he reached for another brief glow of the blending hues. Careful, methodical, and purposefully slow, he reached as if it might dash away into the day, hoping it somehow managed to stick to his palms.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
