[Se]You need sweet things

DEIMOS

the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness

“You are probably right,” and he sighed – pondering over the likelihood of violence at Bastien’s command. He’d never held much of a penchant for furor and retribution, as far as Deimos had ever seen him – had yearned to protect his family, set up his artistic endeavors, and bring some manner of serenity to the Grounds at their height. He didn’t know how much of an emptiness the skilled man had left behind, but it must’ve felt vacant, desolate, in those reaches.

Reaching into his cabinets, the Sword pulled out a bottle of liquor, untouched, and a single glass per Darkeye’s request – snorting slightly at the insinuation of impending death. “Bastien would not have wanted you to leave this world on his account.” Then he slid the containers the warpriest’s way, tending to his molds and the confections within.

He shrugged his shoulders, waiting for the first, experimental, one to cool, before prying the form back, and plucking the skull out of its reaches. Holding it up to the light, the chocolate seemed to have been cast in the right designation, effective for the most part. “If you want to place the chocolate in, I can keep going with altering the temperatures.” He handed the bag over as well, after placing some more along a row.

for the space they take
and so, neither shall I