DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Sometimes,” he murmured in jest, eyes going from Belial and back to Darkeye. At the invitation, he gave a quick smile. “I would, but I have some things to do at home,” and he gestured with his jaw forwards, as the house itself was a few streets over. “You are welcome to join me,” where there’d be a roaring fire, a table, and shelter, and he wouldn’t have to sit out in the cold.
Despite the laughter, his features took on their habitual reticence the moment the topic of leadership started. With a slight wrinkle to his nose, his gaze looked down the length of the snowy avenue. “And even if you speak to Sah now, things may change again soon.” His brow furrowed only slightly though, at the mention of more death. “Have there been others besides Morgan?” In the flurry of news and banishments being lifted, the Sword likely missed multitudes of other tragedies and debaucheries.
Despite the laughter, his features took on their habitual reticence the moment the topic of leadership started. With a slight wrinkle to his nose, his gaze looked down the length of the snowy avenue. “And even if you speak to Sah now, things may change again soon.” His brow furrowed only slightly though, at the mention of more death. “Have there been others besides Morgan?” In the flurry of news and banishments being lifted, the Sword likely missed multitudes of other tragedies and debaucheries.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
