DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The ice didn’t falter, the rime didn’t cast them aside, and the tundra beyond continued to unravel as they made their way beside mountain sides; a home settling into his chest. Stare still trained on his favored flying beast, head tilting, a listening proportion of might and steadfastness, as they pressed and crossed into snow. That Sah made a good impression didn’t actually surprise the Sword; he’d reacted in accordance, in seeking out wisdom from the source, even if Deimos himself thought it particularly foolish.
His eyes narrowed dangerously for a moment at the implications though. An offering extended for Sah to join her; a hybrid slate – drained of his life and given fluid, coaxed and tethered to the singular being, a life reliant on others and shrines and particulars he probably had yet to fathom. He withheld a hiss, a growl, but it snuck in behind his teeth, his head shaking. “It sounds like desperation.” Reaching, pulling, striving, trying to change and alter others to her side; to proffer an extension of consequences he’d never crave or want for his own. “Were you intrigued by it?” Did you want to? probably should’ve been the inquiry; but he hid that too.
Alarmed, scared, for the younger man who was swiftly becoming a beacon for more alarming figures.
He grew quiet again, contemplative, confused, perplexed, before he could draw upon his own experiences. “I do not know how often she offers, or when. Rexanna and Neron were the only ones I have ever heard of becoming Abandoned and Ascended.” And only the latter remained.
His eyes narrowed dangerously for a moment at the implications though. An offering extended for Sah to join her; a hybrid slate – drained of his life and given fluid, coaxed and tethered to the singular being, a life reliant on others and shrines and particulars he probably had yet to fathom. He withheld a hiss, a growl, but it snuck in behind his teeth, his head shaking. “It sounds like desperation.” Reaching, pulling, striving, trying to change and alter others to her side; to proffer an extension of consequences he’d never crave or want for his own. “Were you intrigued by it?” Did you want to? probably should’ve been the inquiry; but he hid that too.
Alarmed, scared, for the younger man who was swiftly becoming a beacon for more alarming figures.
He grew quiet again, contemplative, confused, perplexed, before he could draw upon his own experiences. “I do not know how often she offers, or when. Rexanna and Neron were the only ones I have ever heard of becoming Abandoned and Ascended.” And only the latter remained.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
