DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
A chuckle loosened from his chest, but the agreement was there just the same. Ensuring the pathway was fine, Halo passersby could walk through the cobblestones with little issue, and his misshapen sculpture had been decimated by gravity, he nodded, wrinkling a nose faintly but giving no explanation for it. Perhaps the discomfort of impending fortunes.
Eventually though, with drinks and food snagged, they found a free table, and the Sword could feel the reticence and sedition beginning to contort over his bones the moment the cards were laid out. Giving her a blank look, he grabbed a few crackers and cheese before even beginning to glance their way, chewing and stewing thoughtfully, carefully.
He didn’t consider any decks calling to him, the way the reaches of winter winds did, the subconscious draw to mountains and mayhem, or the rush of sea-salt air. Instead, his eyes narrowed in speculation, glancing at the sunshine bright one as if it might bite him, before pointing towards the darker, moodier set. As she might have expected. “That one,” he rumbled.
Eventually though, with drinks and food snagged, they found a free table, and the Sword could feel the reticence and sedition beginning to contort over his bones the moment the cards were laid out. Giving her a blank look, he grabbed a few crackers and cheese before even beginning to glance their way, chewing and stewing thoughtfully, carefully.
He didn’t consider any decks calling to him, the way the reaches of winter winds did, the subconscious draw to mountains and mayhem, or the rush of sea-salt air. Instead, his eyes narrowed in speculation, glancing at the sunshine bright one as if it might bite him, before pointing towards the darker, moodier set. As she might have expected. “That one,” he rumbled.
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
