DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The Sword continued to wind his way around and along the dunes, eyes catching filaments, figments, fabrications of items collected. Perhaps she was like a crow, snagging at whatever caught her eye, and between the array of artifacts, debris or not, she’d surmounted a little haven of hoarding potential. “Do these items last in here? Or do they eventually fade away?” Was time indistinguishable, meaning and signifying nothing, or did it bombard just like the outside world? If he appeared to be calculating, his reticence and only the barest of smiles had no intentions of giving him away – eyes rounding back to her as she floated along, before snorting and traversing further upon paths.
“I do enjoy my magic.” No shame brandished from his words as he picked up a quill buried in the sand, placing it between his fingers, fiddling with it as it turned over and over in between the calloused digits. The monolith never had been repentant about the incantations cast within his blood and bone – sacred and archaic, arcane and everything; lineages passed down, arrays upon arrays of mustered, disastrous potential. “I have the elements, creation, and life drain.” Potentially other strands he’d yet to truly search – but those were the favored and savored ones.
“I do enjoy my magic.” No shame brandished from his words as he picked up a quill buried in the sand, placing it between his fingers, fiddling with it as it turned over and over in between the calloused digits. The monolith never had been repentant about the incantations cast within his blood and bone – sacred and archaic, arcane and everything; lineages passed down, arrays upon arrays of mustered, disastrous potential. “I have the elements, creation, and life drain.” Potentially other strands he’d yet to truly search – but those were the favored and savored ones.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
