DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
There was almost a cheeky little smirk lined along his mouth as he heard the spears drop and clatter to the floor – the threat of his impending collision had been enough. But Darkeye’s size and movement, along with his own intentions, wouldn’t be able to stop and cease the impact Deimos had set course. Not with his speed, not with his power, not with his might, and despite the cleric’s shoulder slamming into his own, it didn’t stop the Sword from intending to strike into the other man.
It'd be a bruise later, but a worthy one.
Then he’d ground himself, so he didn’t go faltering after.
It'd be a bruise later, but a worthy one.
Then he’d ground himself, so he didn’t go faltering after.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
