DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“A day off,” and he snorted, allowed one round of laughter and another shake of his head – as if the mere thought of it made his spine crawl. Discomfort in doing nothing, in not applying some level of effort into his craft; which was probably how he ended up in fits of mental exhaustion. He attempted to ignore the notions of Ru forcing him to relax at some point in the near future, or how many times he’d been told to rest for one reason or another (and subsequently ignored them). Instead, his focus drew in on Aisha, arching a brow at why she was here then – beside the barracks. “Then you must have better things to do than critique my shoveling skills.” An intentional tease given the Cheshire grin following; with no insinuations that she had to leave and embark elsewhere.
He dropped and shifted the tool back onto cobblestones, hastening it underneath a mass, and then heaving it upwards towards another larger pile, already growing from his efforts. A sigh unfurled, and a matching shrug of his shoulders. “Needed a distraction.” Physical labor had usually hastened the latter for him, and he acted on subsequent motions again, following through on the same rhythms, though intentionally closer to her boots.
He dropped and shifted the tool back onto cobblestones, hastening it underneath a mass, and then heaving it upwards towards another larger pile, already growing from his efforts. A sigh unfurled, and a matching shrug of his shoulders. “Needed a distraction.” Physical labor had usually hastened the latter for him, and he acted on subsequent motions again, following through on the same rhythms, though intentionally closer to her boots.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
