DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Eyes analytical for battle, for crusades, for campaigns watched her now – piercing and contemplative, absorbed and amused, content and satisfied – yearning to ensure she felt the same. The maddening ire of prior conversations seemed like a lifetime before, and now all that existed were designs and desires – an unwinding glow on a lingering sigh, gaze softening, as fingertips promised to sear once more, if given the chance, pressing into his skin in a listless enticement.
Her smile persisted in beguiling, luring factions, and he nearly snorted at it, opting to duck his head towards hers again instead, snagging, capturing, taking, his mouth over her lips in a deepening wake of inveigling qualities. Perhaps he could’ve said something more, but nothing ever seemed suitable to sink and simmer along on his tongue – not when actions could always prove far more certain and sure, spoke louder than the whispers and promises still scarred over inward souls. The accompany growl ghosting across her flesh came with a Cheshire grin, juvenile at best. “Perfect,” an echo of sentiments; churning away their prior rage. “Your idea was much better,” than miring and muddling down into their irritation; burning it off in heedless, sinuous arches and moans.
Her smile persisted in beguiling, luring factions, and he nearly snorted at it, opting to duck his head towards hers again instead, snagging, capturing, taking, his mouth over her lips in a deepening wake of inveigling qualities. Perhaps he could’ve said something more, but nothing ever seemed suitable to sink and simmer along on his tongue – not when actions could always prove far more certain and sure, spoke louder than the whispers and promises still scarred over inward souls. The accompany growl ghosting across her flesh came with a Cheshire grin, juvenile at best. “Perfect,” an echo of sentiments; churning away their prior rage. “Your idea was much better,” than miring and muddling down into their irritation; burning it off in heedless, sinuous arches and moans.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
