DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
With assurances circumventing through the room, Deimos obliged and nodded. “I do not doubt you,” presuming Darkeye would have time in between all the other pressing plans. Within a few moments though, he’d popped out the remaining chocolates, pretending he hadn’t eaten the last three or four, and put the molds aside. Maybe they could be washed out and saved for another interim.
Other than the temptation of eating the sweets, there were duties to attend to with them as well. He arched his brow, studied the labor of their work. “We are supposed to leave them on our doorsteps for Ludo and the spirits.” He shrugged his shoulders; it wouldn’t surprise him if the masked deity came roaming through the night, content with high-pitched giggles, snagging at the confections before anyone else had a chance.
Other than the temptation of eating the sweets, there were duties to attend to with them as well. He arched his brow, studied the labor of their work. “We are supposed to leave them on our doorsteps for Ludo and the spirits.” He shrugged his shoulders; it wouldn’t surprise him if the masked deity came roaming through the night, content with high-pitched giggles, snagging at the confections before anyone else had a chance.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
