Deimos
life shivers, melts, moves on
the pain says I have come for you
the pain says I have come for you
It seemed Deimos’ experiences with rainbows and slugs had been at a poor minimum in comparison to Sah’s exploits. He tried not to laugh at the mental image of the Abandoned thwarting a great many, sticking to clothing and hair, and instead settled for an arched brow and blank expression. “Hm,” grunted through his chest, uncertain what to make of the whole scene, which seemed to sum up this minor adventure anyway. The Sword would probably continue to stick to the more dangerous aspects of wildlife.
And he was still busy parsing through another of the blended hues, longer and skinnier this time, when Sah completed his jar. Aware of his own strength but not caring at the moment, he flicked his wrist and hand quickly, watching as the delicate artifact lobbed through the air with widened eyes, landing somewhere near Sah. “Sorry,” he snorted again, having the decency to look a little embarrassed.
And he was still busy parsing through another of the blended hues, longer and skinnier this time, when Sah completed his jar. Aware of his own strength but not caring at the moment, he flicked his wrist and hand quickly, watching as the delicate artifact lobbed through the air with widened eyes, landing somewhere near Sah. “Sorry,” he snorted again, having the decency to look a little embarrassed.
your chest is a wall of fire; you pick torches
