DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Breaks from parties were understandable to the Sword, given his own taciturn nature and lack of love for dramatic platitudes. He snorted at the other insinuations though. “Yes. For some reason most of the food I pocketed disappeared. So I grabbed some more to bring home,” shrugging, figuring it’d been some kind of ruse either by Ludo itself or potential enchantments on the arrangements so they couldn’t be snagged elsewhere, it didn’t matter much in the interim.
Especially after his eyes spotted the blood red nearby.
He’d been granted and given several over the last few seasons for their war-based efforts, but he hadn’t seen one in the wild in years. He took a long breath, and ignoring the way others might’ve looked at him, crouched near it, not touching, not snagging, but simply inspecting, taking in the awe and potential in the singular flower, the reverence it deserved.
Circumstances were different now though. His home was safe. He didn’t have anyone to worry about becoming infected or remaining so. Most of the regions had been cleansed. The only one they still needed to do something about was the Draig, and given everything he’d done for Caido in the past few years, someone else could take that mantle. So he paused, mind calculating, hand never reaching for it, but protecting, hovering, in case others spotted the potential glint of crimson. Then his head tilted, gazing towards Astaroth. “Do you need it?”
Especially after his eyes spotted the blood red nearby.
He’d been granted and given several over the last few seasons for their war-based efforts, but he hadn’t seen one in the wild in years. He took a long breath, and ignoring the way others might’ve looked at him, crouched near it, not touching, not snagging, but simply inspecting, taking in the awe and potential in the singular flower, the reverence it deserved.
Circumstances were different now though. His home was safe. He didn’t have anyone to worry about becoming infected or remaining so. Most of the regions had been cleansed. The only one they still needed to do something about was the Draig, and given everything he’d done for Caido in the past few years, someone else could take that mantle. So he paused, mind calculating, hand never reaching for it, but protecting, hovering, in case others spotted the potential glint of crimson. Then his head tilted, gazing towards Astaroth. “Do you need it?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
