DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“He would not refuse,” he snorted, knowing it was about to take a more unfortunate turn – the focus on pie already the furthest thing from his mind. But Erebos was keen and happy to wave his arms about to Sah and Elizabeth alike, beginning to shout out in strains of ”Pie! Pie!” like a greedy little gremlin, having long since dropped the pencil. “Thank you,” Deimos offered, and the child seemed to recall some manner of politeness, because he echoed the same.
For now – it was letters and papers and documents, and the beginning of a headache inducing litany of warnings, threats, omens, and plotting, scheming, that he hadn’t been involved in. Any noticeable alteration in his disposition, as he persisted in reading, was a noteworthy furrowing to his brow, a clenched jaw, and a long, long sigh filtering in and out of his chest. Nor did he enjoy the rapidly unfurling timeline. “Wonderful,” he uttered in deep, rumbling sarcasm, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes. Erebos bounced with glee as he granted and gave over the smallest portions to the little beast, then leaned against the palm of his hand, going back and forth over the notions.
No other region, as far as he’d gathered, had dealt with this level of difficulty for similar quests. Whether or not this was going to become the new norm rankled at him too; mind going back and forth over the possibilities. “I will admit I do not like the thought of going to Starfall on my own,” for a crystal, if all of this couldn’t be worked out. He'd do it, but the damage could be costly. “Nor the immediate response,” he pinned his gaze upon Sah. “But I also have no intentions of putting anyone in Halo at risk of repercussions.” Why everything had become presently more and more trifling was already grating at his nerves; but he bit back hordes of oaths. “The negotiation can be dangerous as well.” His gaze flickered over their points of discussion, unfortunately uncertain on what the Family would want – and not yearning to grant them anything in return. Not after the bout of nonsense they’d recently endured. “As far as ceasefires go, we have done nothing to them – the Family have been the ones driving at us.” And the Sword wouldn’t consider healing people from their antagonistic approach as shots fired. Nor defending their home. “Giving the bird back would give us time to consider other options.” But he arched his brow, glancing between Thunder and therapist, waiting to hear their approaches, rather than simply read them on paper.
For now – it was letters and papers and documents, and the beginning of a headache inducing litany of warnings, threats, omens, and plotting, scheming, that he hadn’t been involved in. Any noticeable alteration in his disposition, as he persisted in reading, was a noteworthy furrowing to his brow, a clenched jaw, and a long, long sigh filtering in and out of his chest. Nor did he enjoy the rapidly unfurling timeline. “Wonderful,” he uttered in deep, rumbling sarcasm, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his eyes. Erebos bounced with glee as he granted and gave over the smallest portions to the little beast, then leaned against the palm of his hand, going back and forth over the notions.
No other region, as far as he’d gathered, had dealt with this level of difficulty for similar quests. Whether or not this was going to become the new norm rankled at him too; mind going back and forth over the possibilities. “I will admit I do not like the thought of going to Starfall on my own,” for a crystal, if all of this couldn’t be worked out. He'd do it, but the damage could be costly. “Nor the immediate response,” he pinned his gaze upon Sah. “But I also have no intentions of putting anyone in Halo at risk of repercussions.” Why everything had become presently more and more trifling was already grating at his nerves; but he bit back hordes of oaths. “The negotiation can be dangerous as well.” His gaze flickered over their points of discussion, unfortunately uncertain on what the Family would want – and not yearning to grant them anything in return. Not after the bout of nonsense they’d recently endured. “As far as ceasefires go, we have done nothing to them – the Family have been the ones driving at us.” And the Sword wouldn’t consider healing people from their antagonistic approach as shots fired. Nor defending their home. “Giving the bird back would give us time to consider other options.” But he arched his brow, glancing between Thunder and therapist, waiting to hear their approaches, rather than simply read them on paper.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
