DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Rooting for him? He’d never heard the term pressed his way before, and he couldn’t help it – permitting a small laugh to cycle through his lungs and out into the air. It was followed by a heavy sigh, diffusing and surrounding, yet there all the same. Seren had no reason to support him at all, especially in light of recent events, but it was kind and compassionate of her to exude the encouragement. Reinforcement, perhaps, that could he still be better than the pieces of chipped enamel, shards left in shambles. Because it wasn’t going to break him. Not this. “Thank you again.” And while not quite a shelter or sanctuary, at the very least, it was good to know he hadn’t ruined absolutely everything scattered along his pathway.
Thoughts surrounding Atlas, to where the mound rose and where evidence of a horn curled out from underneath the grandeur of sand, helped him maintain the neutrality, the juxtaposition of better horizons and monumental errors. The Sword had half an inclination wander closer, but wondered if it was too sacred to disturb the resting piece – final or not. “She lives in Halo.” A small smile slipped from the corner of his mouth; memories of her returning, of reunions, of everything before fires. Simpler then, to think they’d merely renew themselves. Maybe they had, in some despicable, nefarious way. “Runs a spa.” Even that seemed far beyond now – when it’d only been a season ago. “I am certain she would appreciate it.”
Thoughts surrounding Atlas, to where the mound rose and where evidence of a horn curled out from underneath the grandeur of sand, helped him maintain the neutrality, the juxtaposition of better horizons and monumental errors. The Sword had half an inclination wander closer, but wondered if it was too sacred to disturb the resting piece – final or not. “She lives in Halo.” A small smile slipped from the corner of his mouth; memories of her returning, of reunions, of everything before fires. Simpler then, to think they’d merely renew themselves. Maybe they had, in some despicable, nefarious way. “Runs a spa.” Even that seemed far beyond now – when it’d only been a season ago. “I am certain she would appreciate it.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
