DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
The General’s versions of playing in the dirt could go in many different directions: blood-laden loam across a vast field, marching through torn and butchered ranges, or, on the mischievous angles, hurling mud and soil at friends. The latter had only been done to Ru recently, and were the greenhouse not so wholly occupied by other citizens or plants that probably didn’t need to be uprooted by his antics, he might’ve unfurled them. The glassy fixtures themselves kept him somewhat contained, apprehensive that he might destroy something in their vicinity.
He surveyed the green bulb, and then left it to its own devices. Eventually it’d catch up with the rest of its like-minded constituents along the row – so his eyes surveyed and watched the courier at work, brows furrowing at the mention of some game. “Family LongNight challenge?”
He surveyed the green bulb, and then left it to its own devices. Eventually it’d catch up with the rest of its like-minded constituents along the row – so his eyes surveyed and watched the courier at work, brows furrowing at the mention of some game. “Family LongNight challenge?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
