DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Ah, Amun. So much had changed since his time beyond the Hollowed Grounds – back then the metal manipulator had been kind, if a bit brash and brazen. It was unfortunate that the road now led his impulsive efforts into sieges and assaults, rather than any modicum of thought, and he had to snort at Darkeye’s depiction of him now. “He wasn’t always that way,” but the world changed and altered in different leagues and motions. “Some of the Ascendeds’ suffering is by their own making.”
Rexanna was a much better topic anyway, and while he chiseled away at molds or altering temperatures of chocolates, he remembered. Depictions of honor and favored memories, rather than the mourning, melancholic wakes he could easily fall within. “She was one of my best friends and like family to me. We worked together in a different world. She was an excellent thief, and knew exactly how to get information out of other leaders and spies.” The smile remained on his features while he deftly and swiftly popped more sweets out of their molds, continuing to add to the pile. “She had a good heart, and was willing to do whatever the Grounds asked of her. Bastien and her were a wonderful match.” Considering the amount of others she’d gone through to find someone like the artist. “The Penumbra was what she chose for herself. And she was certainly more than a shadow.”
Continuing the process, his eyes didn’t leave the casts or forms, concentrating and diligent. “Bastien might have prevented some of it though,” the war, and the casualties already lodged therein, simply by being of sound, stable mind in a flurry of impulsive candidates.
Rexanna was a much better topic anyway, and while he chiseled away at molds or altering temperatures of chocolates, he remembered. Depictions of honor and favored memories, rather than the mourning, melancholic wakes he could easily fall within. “She was one of my best friends and like family to me. We worked together in a different world. She was an excellent thief, and knew exactly how to get information out of other leaders and spies.” The smile remained on his features while he deftly and swiftly popped more sweets out of their molds, continuing to add to the pile. “She had a good heart, and was willing to do whatever the Grounds asked of her. Bastien and her were a wonderful match.” Considering the amount of others she’d gone through to find someone like the artist. “The Penumbra was what she chose for herself. And she was certainly more than a shadow.”
Continuing the process, his eyes didn’t leave the casts or forms, concentrating and diligent. “Bastien might have prevented some of it though,” the war, and the casualties already lodged therein, simply by being of sound, stable mind in a flurry of impulsive candidates.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
