DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
A snort billowed through on the confident edges, but he’d been like that once too. Young. Impressionable. Eager to show the world what he was made of. And it happened in time, over years of experience, work, dedication, vengeance, heartbreak, and multitudes of anger, ferocity, and violence. Hopefully Seren’s journey would be on a different path – he wouldn’t want anyone to replicate his. “Sure,” and he reasoned it all with a nod of acceptance.
What did give him pause was the inquiry thereafter, and the scrutiny she seemed to polish over him. His eyes narrowed, immediately suspicious, spine drawn taut and rigid, unyielding, unbending once more. “Depends on what it is.” His arms folded over his chest, the arch of his brow remaining instilled; he had a task of his own for Safrin, biding his time, carefully managing details and maneuvers. The Sword had no intentions of derailing this one – so the course of the matter, the subject, would have to be laid out in more circumstances and explanations.
What did give him pause was the inquiry thereafter, and the scrutiny she seemed to polish over him. His eyes narrowed, immediately suspicious, spine drawn taut and rigid, unyielding, unbending once more. “Depends on what it is.” His arms folded over his chest, the arch of his brow remaining instilled; he had a task of his own for Safrin, biding his time, carefully managing details and maneuvers. The Sword had no intentions of derailing this one – so the course of the matter, the subject, would have to be laid out in more circumstances and explanations.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
