DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He could see some people approaching – and he half-pretended not to see them or gave an amicable wave as they kept on moving. If they really needed his wisdom, advice, or whatever other particulars, they could stick around until he finished, he supposed, but most carried on their way – likely wondering what he was up to. But only one stayed, and he glanced downward at the familiar voice, snorting at the impromptu greeting. “Alys,” he offered in another rumble, maneuvering the makeshift Zuriel over slightly, before beginning to stride across the roof again to the opposing corner, pondering whether to place Micah or Belial there. “Why not?” He mused in return, arching a brow.
He would’ve left it there merely to purposefully irritate, but shrugged as he contemplated the other portions of his current landscape. “Started as a joke with Evie, but now I am committed to the task. Maybe they will be guardians of the home.” Just as much as they were in reality, he supposed. “What brings you here?”
He would’ve left it there merely to purposefully irritate, but shrugged as he contemplated the other portions of his current landscape. “Started as a joke with Evie, but now I am committed to the task. Maybe they will be guardians of the home.” Just as much as they were in reality, he supposed. “What brings you here?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
