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 Sah had returned, Deimos had contemplated setting fire to the mounds of paperwork. With many, many sighs, he’d started once more, knowing full well that responsibilities and roles came with the honorable conduct, but the mere notion of pretending they didn’t exist as naught more than ash remained tempting. It’d be one way to ensure Morgan wouldn’t ask him to fill in again.
But eventually he succumbed, charcoal and pens gliding over documents, head bowed until restless minutes turned into hours, and had the Abandoned not strolled back in, the Sword would’ve flung himself out the nearest window for escape. His cranium rose as the door swung open, alleviating him from the current duty, and into a new one. “Ready,” confirming with a nod, abruptly springing out of the chair without a second thought. The papers were piled neatly together, for tomorrow’s similar interval, and furs hastened back on. “Lead the way.” Out of the offices, out of the hall, and down towards residences.
But eventually he succumbed, charcoal and pens gliding over documents, head bowed until restless minutes turned into hours, and had the Abandoned not strolled back in, the Sword would’ve flung himself out the nearest window for escape. His cranium rose as the door swung open, alleviating him from the current duty, and into a new one. “Ready,” confirming with a nod, abruptly springing out of the chair without a second thought. The papers were piled neatly together, for tomorrow’s similar interval, and furs hastened back on. “Lead the way.” Out of the offices, out of the hall, and down towards residences.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
