DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
There were multitudes of history that Deimos had never bothered to unfurl, and they likely weren’t going to echo amid the greenhouse today either. Secrets were secrets, furtive and tucked close to the chest, locked and corded away until they might be a necessity, and how he’d wound his way across battlefields, bludgeons, death knells, and plagues weren’t going to be the highlight for a moment of planting.
When Talyson didn’t press any further, the Sword simply continued in his incantations, watching as the water lingered along the top of the soil, before pulling the sprout further into the light and humidity of the atmosphere.
The hesitation in the question gave him pause, brow furrowing slightly, because he never talked about them either. “Yes. But they are gone now.” Dispersed between worlds, perished, deceased, incapable of being seen. However, it wasn’t like he was without those he considered kin, so he shrugged his shoulders, rolling the notions away. “But Hotaru is like a sister to me.” An irritating, infuriating, incendiary one.
When Talyson didn’t press any further, the Sword simply continued in his incantations, watching as the water lingered along the top of the soil, before pulling the sprout further into the light and humidity of the atmosphere.
The hesitation in the question gave him pause, brow furrowing slightly, because he never talked about them either. “Yes. But they are gone now.” Dispersed between worlds, perished, deceased, incapable of being seen. However, it wasn’t like he was without those he considered kin, so he shrugged his shoulders, rolling the notions away. “But Hotaru is like a sister to me.” An irritating, infuriating, incendiary one.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
