DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Thick hides; likely to be warming intricacies for a number of individuals amidst their chilly, cold region. He nodded, thinking it over, a little more addled and less calculating in the glasses of alcohol, taking in a few more swallows before continuing to munch on the jerky. He waited until he’d finished one portion before answering, responding with his own volitions. “Scouting first, then determine, would be a fair strategy.” If it would be too risky, if it would be too daring, if it would be too bold, considering her members, and any of their stalwart abilities. But it wasn’t his to determine or decide, which he angled with a smirk.
The following sentiments rankled through though made him choke on the latest bout of jerky in his mouth, coughing and laughing all at once – a very boyish wrinkle sent to his nose, in the underlying dimples, in the juvenile grin. Glimpses of what he could’ve been, had he never been forced to wear so much armor. “They should let you try it first. Guildmaster honors.”
The following sentiments rankled through though made him choke on the latest bout of jerky in his mouth, coughing and laughing all at once – a very boyish wrinkle sent to his nose, in the underlying dimples, in the juvenile grin. Glimpses of what he could’ve been, had he never been forced to wear so much armor. “They should let you try it first. Guildmaster honors.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
