DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The organic matter insinuation, and a glance towards the decrepit plants, ceased the matter of machinations circulating through his mind. Perhaps the limitations scorched there – otherwise all manner of perspectives, situations, and angles could likely be exploited. But still, he pondered it, wondering if this was a solution they simply hadn’t ventured towards before. “And people? How many could stay within?” He arched his brow but gave relatively nothing away; those schisms of calculations piercing back over battlefields. Potential weak and wounded. Those lost and flailing, needing to be healed, out of the wake of brutal barbarity.
The beast didn’t glance to the stars, not yet, too far in the midst of possibilities in encountering these facets of exploration and incantations. She had her own barrage of questions, and he was forced to raise his head, arch his brow, and sever away from the contemplations, back into his own opinions and values. “Fire is my favorite.” Reminders of his father; nostalgic little pieces of worlds before he could carry within, proportions of destruction and life-giving parameters all in fell swoop. “I can create many things, though I have limitations in magical artifacts.” He shrugged his shoulders, piercing eyes flickering back along the not-quite horizon. “Most of the time I end up making weapons or armor for friends.” The occasional arms dealer; when the situation called for it.
The beast didn’t glance to the stars, not yet, too far in the midst of possibilities in encountering these facets of exploration and incantations. She had her own barrage of questions, and he was forced to raise his head, arch his brow, and sever away from the contemplations, back into his own opinions and values. “Fire is my favorite.” Reminders of his father; nostalgic little pieces of worlds before he could carry within, proportions of destruction and life-giving parameters all in fell swoop. “I can create many things, though I have limitations in magical artifacts.” He shrugged his shoulders, piercing eyes flickering back along the not-quite horizon. “Most of the time I end up making weapons or armor for friends.” The occasional arms dealer; when the situation called for it.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
