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’s first thoughts had been towards a pyre; large and all-encompassing, enough to embody the mass of the unicorn, and to tell some story within the flames. But it wasn’t his choice, his decision, or his opinion that mattered – only Ru’s. And it couldn’t stay here, in a private little space meant for shelter; a provision Seren had extended to the beast’s final moments, but he couldn’t fathom anyone would want to manifest their sanctuary into a tomb. So the beast nodded, indicating his understanding. There’d be no need for her to carry around Atlas’s heart and lungs and soul any longer.
They had been gone for a while, and even if he no longer had the same responsibilities, the necessity to return to Halo, to his companions, tugged and unfurled just the same. “We can go now,” he offered, not wanting to keep her from her other tasks either – gaze searching instantly for the ice she’d taken.
They had been gone for a while, and even if he no longer had the same responsibilities, the necessity to return to Halo, to his companions, tugged and unfurled just the same. “We can go now,” he offered, not wanting to keep her from her other tasks either – gaze searching instantly for the ice she’d taken.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
