DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
There’d been half a hope that she wouldn’t want to hear it, and then they could move on to more pleasant things. But based on the quiet consideration, the mutual silence, and then the expansion of inquiries, that wasn’t to be the case. Sitting down with only a slight grimace, he snagged a portion of eggs with his fork with a little more force than necessary – contemplating how best to begin.
Because the Sword had always strived to be a person who fixed things; saw broken proportions, and strived to segment them back together when he could. Perhaps it came from the protective nature inherent along his bones, from years spent on battlefields, from seasons wound along one chaotic situation to the next. Finding the root of the problem had been first and foremost in his mind, uncertain why Evie had been the target of Talyson’s ire. “I am not certain that will do anything,” carved along another long, unfurled breath, though it’d been Deimos’ current solution. “He took issue with you being Warden. Drew some comparisons to Zariah,” to which he rolled his eyes, the level of disdain for the comment clear in his gaze as the piercing stare leveled back to her. “Thought you had ‘hooked your claws’ into me. Seemed to not like the idea of us being together.” His jaw clenched, biting down on the food, and swallowing down proportions before continuing; for winding back into the sanctions drew forth the frustration all over again. “Any logic or explanations I had in response did not seem to sink in.”
Because the Sword had always strived to be a person who fixed things; saw broken proportions, and strived to segment them back together when he could. Perhaps it came from the protective nature inherent along his bones, from years spent on battlefields, from seasons wound along one chaotic situation to the next. Finding the root of the problem had been first and foremost in his mind, uncertain why Evie had been the target of Talyson’s ire. “I am not certain that will do anything,” carved along another long, unfurled breath, though it’d been Deimos’ current solution. “He took issue with you being Warden. Drew some comparisons to Zariah,” to which he rolled his eyes, the level of disdain for the comment clear in his gaze as the piercing stare leveled back to her. “Thought you had ‘hooked your claws’ into me. Seemed to not like the idea of us being together.” His jaw clenched, biting down on the food, and swallowing down proportions before continuing; for winding back into the sanctions drew forth the frustration all over again. “Any logic or explanations I had in response did not seem to sink in.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
