DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
“Thank you,” at the notions and acknowledgments of the lanterns – trying to associate them with kinder, better memories, than sticking immediately to the somber and forlorn. Steadily chopping up the meat, he only paused momentarily to signify a nod. He’d intended to do it alone, without some bittersweet semblances clutching to the bones in his spine, but perhaps this would be better. “That would be fine.”
Whether it’d be barracks or tavern could be up for debate later, because the entire segment felt disjointed as soon as the announcement came. His head lifted in a very quick, rapid pulse, eyes widening briefly, and then his entire body stilled – much like a predator before an attack, as his mind began to absorb the information. Attack on Stormbreak. Gideon dead. Samuel killed. Ascended launching their own strike, others faltering. Bastien gone by way of a landshark.
He could feel his brain wanting to process the information, the grief that would build up later for people he’d once considered friends, or for the distant thought that at least Rexanna wouldn’t be alone now. Trying to decipher what all this meant for the war (and perhaps that’d they been mistaken all along; it thrived and lived much closer than they’d all perceived). “Give me a moment,” he uttered instead of anything else, placing the knife down, and quickly scrawling down the information on a nearby piece of paper. Within an instant, he was in a flurry of movement, stepping out of the house and snagging at a nearby courier, ensuring the note would be delivered to Noah and Sah.
Whether it’d be barracks or tavern could be up for debate later, because the entire segment felt disjointed as soon as the announcement came. His head lifted in a very quick, rapid pulse, eyes widening briefly, and then his entire body stilled – much like a predator before an attack, as his mind began to absorb the information. Attack on Stormbreak. Gideon dead. Samuel killed. Ascended launching their own strike, others faltering. Bastien gone by way of a landshark.
He could feel his brain wanting to process the information, the grief that would build up later for people he’d once considered friends, or for the distant thought that at least Rexanna wouldn’t be alone now. Trying to decipher what all this meant for the war (and perhaps that’d they been mistaken all along; it thrived and lived much closer than they’d all perceived). “Give me a moment,” he uttered instead of anything else, placing the knife down, and quickly scrawling down the information on a nearby piece of paper. Within an instant, he was in a flurry of movement, stepping out of the house and snagging at a nearby courier, ensuring the note would be delivered to Noah and Sah.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
