DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Abandoned houses, domiciles meant to be filled at some point. Similar to the Hollowed Grounds in some ways, where the Outlanders had simply poured in, taken up shelter in droves and places lingering. He thought briefly of his own, once openly shared, and then not – how he hadn’t been able to set foot in it for a long while with the tattered memories, with the way the earth had taken and swallowed him whole. And he’d left it too – in some ways of forsaken, stranded ramparts. The Sword nodded, indicating his understanding, of Noah extending offerings, of another semblance of a survival system long since established.
The enticement of leaving his work behind was tempting, and he might’ve taken, snagged, and snared at any excuse. But he also regarded any of his roles, even the ones he didn’t particularly enjoy, with seriousness and honor. The beast stifled a sigh at the pile of documents. “Yes. If you come back in a few hours, I could follow along.” His hands gestured to the desk, and didn’t disguise his frown this time.
The enticement of leaving his work behind was tempting, and he might’ve taken, snagged, and snared at any excuse. But he also regarded any of his roles, even the ones he didn’t particularly enjoy, with seriousness and honor. The beast stifled a sigh at the pile of documents. “Yes. If you come back in a few hours, I could follow along.” His hands gestured to the desk, and didn’t disguise his frown this time.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
