DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The clatter of the fork didn’t surprise him, though Belial seemed to jump from his position near the hearth. Deimos’ calm, clear disposition, along with all the other nettles and thorns pressing in amongst them, remained solidified, watching her along the ridiculous distinctions and stupefying conclusions the courier had gone through. “Lived through her reign with Neron, which apparently lent to an assortment of assumptions,” which wasn’t an excuse, but a bewildering consideration, given how different the two women were. How much had been endured. How they’d all seen and cultivated revolutions beneath the nose of such a tyrannical fiend – the implications that Evie would be of the same ilk caused his jaw to clench again. “I told him the very thought was insulting and asinine.”
Absorbing the rage, because he understood it well, he shook his head, picking at the pancake beneath his fork. “Matching crowns, sharing cookies, and making jokes apparently means we are sleeping together.” That portion had been absurd, and it felt even more bewildering as it settled across his tongue.
As for further inferences and insinuations, he likely didn’t have to spell it out – but did so, at her request, with another long sigh, waiting for the rest of the anger to bank and brew. “That you seduced me to get into power.” Which couldn’t be further from the truth, and so his nose wrinkled once more, gaze flickering from his plate and back to her. “I informed him that he needed to speak to you about his concerns, instead of making these broad, heinous presumptions.” And, going by this conversation, the fool had yet to do so. “I am sorry. I had meant to try and solve things.”
Absorbing the rage, because he understood it well, he shook his head, picking at the pancake beneath his fork. “Matching crowns, sharing cookies, and making jokes apparently means we are sleeping together.” That portion had been absurd, and it felt even more bewildering as it settled across his tongue.
As for further inferences and insinuations, he likely didn’t have to spell it out – but did so, at her request, with another long sigh, waiting for the rest of the anger to bank and brew. “That you seduced me to get into power.” Which couldn’t be further from the truth, and so his nose wrinkled once more, gaze flickering from his plate and back to her. “I informed him that he needed to speak to you about his concerns, instead of making these broad, heinous presumptions.” And, going by this conversation, the fool had yet to do so. “I am sorry. I had meant to try and solve things.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
