DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Was anyone ever truly trapped or snared? In Deimos’ experience, there were nearly always options, choices, and alternatives. He’d had many weapons pointed in his direction upon countless measures, and the scars to prove he’d been snagged by their serrated motions. Some he’d willingly taken to gain a new approach. Some because he’d had no defensive maneuver available in the time it took for a sword to rake over flesh.
But now?
With a grin, he lunged forward with his own frame, turning his figure slightly so that his shoulder was made like a massive battering ram, intending to hit Darkeye – and knock him, or his weaponry, completely askew.
But now?
With a grin, he lunged forward with his own frame, turning his figure slightly so that his shoulder was made like a massive battering ram, intending to hit Darkeye – and knock him, or his weaponry, completely askew.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
