DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Her appearance wafted in light and luminescence, a stillness flowing, enough to make him glance up and maintain his full height again, a gentle bow to his head as she spoke. “Yes,” he remarked, a little warily; hardly what he and Flora had expected from their initial plans. The goal had never been anything more than two daggers’ worth of blood, and disappearance; the unfurling chaos, wounds, and infestations spread had been a chain reaction.
That weight lingered heavy on his shoulders again – her pause, his own distinctions, the rush of what was still to come – but he nodded just the same, catching the mark of concern on her features before they disappeared. “Of course,” he echoed with a rumble, and his hand extended to hers, gently placing one of the artifacts already required – the jar laden with Pierce’s ichor. “We will be committed to the task. Thank you again, for everything,” he murmured, already beginning to formulate the necessities – and a flurry of new motions amidst the multitudes of gratitude.
[FIN]
That weight lingered heavy on his shoulders again – her pause, his own distinctions, the rush of what was still to come – but he nodded just the same, catching the mark of concern on her features before they disappeared. “Of course,” he echoed with a rumble, and his hand extended to hers, gently placing one of the artifacts already required – the jar laden with Pierce’s ichor. “We will be committed to the task. Thank you again, for everything,” he murmured, already beginning to formulate the necessities – and a flurry of new motions amidst the multitudes of gratitude.
[FIN]
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
