DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He snorted, loudly, at the insinuation. Perhaps he fit the mold of the gruff, burly warrior, but his scholarly mind and cleverness had won them over through battles, schematics, and politics on numerous occasions. “I hope you are not stereotyping me,” he responded bluntly, with the cool arch of his brow to signify a joke and jest in there. Maneuvering another pile so that it began to resemble some miniature steeple, he laughed again. “My portion of the library is well stocked with nonfiction material,” which yes, he was certain she could imagine. “Much on weaponry, war, monster hunting…,” the art and science of formations and armaments, some well-worn and earmarked for future notions, alongside brandished sketches and foretold outlines.
“If you want anything fiction related, you will have to consult with Evie.” He wouldn’t give away her affinity for the romance novels, merely grant an inward eyeroll at the material and covers. “And you?” The Sword wouldn’t grant presumptions towards Alys, waiting to hear her preferred topics.
“If you want anything fiction related, you will have to consult with Evie.” He wouldn’t give away her affinity for the romance novels, merely grant an inward eyeroll at the material and covers. “And you?” The Sword wouldn’t grant presumptions towards Alys, waiting to hear her preferred topics.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
