DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Deimos watched branches, followed by extension of boughs and leaves unwind from his incantations, studying, considering, before wiping his hands and rising from his crouch, full height once more, standing amidst modest groves of citrus trees. Glancing over at Talyson, arching his brow at the admission, the Sword might’ve pondered over where he’d go if he’d ever wanted to meander completely out of the scope and realm of others – but the possibilities didn’t seem tangible, when responsibility, duty, and kin still brought him back to the forefront time and time again.
The question felt purposefully redirected away from the courier’s disclosure, so the General let that one rest too. “She lived in the Basin too. We worked together frequently.” As thief and soldier, then sovereignty, rising along the ranks due to their abilities, nefarious, and sinister prowess. Then, swinging notions back to the youth, he revealed his own sentiments of curiosity. “What made you become a courier?”
The question felt purposefully redirected away from the courier’s disclosure, so the General let that one rest too. “She lived in the Basin too. We worked together frequently.” As thief and soldier, then sovereignty, rising along the ranks due to their abilities, nefarious, and sinister prowess. Then, swinging notions back to the youth, he revealed his own sentiments of curiosity. “What made you become a courier?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
