DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
His presence was a silent one once more – a mountain amidst the grounds, stalwart and intrepid, but unmoving for this barrage. The beast’s gaze tracked Aisha’s movements, Elide's motions, watched the reverberation between blades and steel, as the motions played out. What would’ve been orchestrations of the rudimentary, par for the course when unfurling potential, altered slightly, when the taunt uttered and echoed.
Clever; he’d have to hand it to her. Aisha was a spark, embers and cinders, eager and ebullient, content to be stoked – he’d yet to see her entirely falter or flicker into anger, but he could see the chances in it. In the ability to flare up, forget herself in the heat of moments and ferocity; and so he scrutinized both now, to see the regard and reaction of his friend and ally, and the Ascended.
And what would her weakness be? he regarded back towards Aisha, intrigued, calculating, machinating on the ends of prospects and probabilities.
Clever; he’d have to hand it to her. Aisha was a spark, embers and cinders, eager and ebullient, content to be stoked – he’d yet to see her entirely falter or flicker into anger, but he could see the chances in it. In the ability to flare up, forget herself in the heat of moments and ferocity; and so he scrutinized both now, to see the regard and reaction of his friend and ally, and the Ascended.
And what would her weakness be? he regarded back towards Aisha, intrigued, calculating, machinating on the ends of prospects and probabilities.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
