DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
By the time another called his name, he’d already made several purchases, content with the wares and craftmanship – head turning back to see Astaroth in the dim lighting of the nearby lanterns. Not wholly surprised to find another there - The Sword presumed others liked to evade and escape the overbearing and overwhelming parties as well – so he nodded swiftly, moved away from the merchant. “Evening.”
Unaware of any pending circumstances surrounding Astaroth’s latest alterations and shifts, Deimos didn’t pay him much mind, calmly tending to his own business. Placing the pending gifts for his family into his bag along his shoulder, his brow arched, gaze lifting along stalls and kiosks once more. “Searching for something?”
Unaware of any pending circumstances surrounding Astaroth’s latest alterations and shifts, Deimos didn’t pay him much mind, calmly tending to his own business. Placing the pending gifts for his family into his bag along his shoulder, his brow arched, gaze lifting along stalls and kiosks once more. “Searching for something?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
