DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
He could probably argue with her on some points about the endless death and destruction – there’d certainly been points in his life, and likely many others, where it had felt just like that. Pitfalls and despairs, losses and heartaches, demolition after demolition with no end in sight – but perhaps it didn’t linger on forever in tangible forces, but from within, layered and littered on inward and outward scars. He wouldn’t say as much, though the arched brow he gave her thereafter admitted he’d like to spurn some of the sentiments.
The finality of her statements, however, contorted through his ribs. From there, he could give over. The Sword granted a light laugh, enough to assure her some thought had been attuned and absorbed with the card’s stock. “Fine. I will take that then.” Which wouldn’t make him any less wary, cautious, or safeguarding, but maybe, to appreciate the serenity and tranquility when he had it – just a little more each and every time. “Thank you,” he nodded, grateful and obliged, for whatever the messages corresponded to.
Something to snag, for the murky roads ahead.
{FIN}
The finality of her statements, however, contorted through his ribs. From there, he could give over. The Sword granted a light laugh, enough to assure her some thought had been attuned and absorbed with the card’s stock. “Fine. I will take that then.” Which wouldn’t make him any less wary, cautious, or safeguarding, but maybe, to appreciate the serenity and tranquility when he had it – just a little more each and every time. “Thank you,” he nodded, grateful and obliged, for whatever the messages corresponded to.
Something to snag, for the murky roads ahead.
{FIN}
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
