DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Ever the observer, he watched as the cards were shuffled, then drawn. Expectations ranged from nothing to the usual flair of doom and gloom, figuring there’d be something diminishing and amplified by the rise and fall of latest events, predictable factions that Caido brought out of anyone and everyone.
Past, present, and future hadn’t been in his notions, so he found himself listening with some mild interest and intrigue, the residual arch of his brow remaining amidst the other brands of stoicism. Hanged Man sounded as though he’d once been heading for the noose (which – maybe), but listening to the notions caused a narrowing of his eyes. Experiences could hasten multitudes, and considering all the barbarity, vengeance, and annihilation, there’d certainly been alterations in the accord. It didn’t mean he couldn’t flicker right back to that in a moment, but –
His head tilted, listening to the next explanation. He found himself snorting and half-laughing, a smothered chuckle still managing to escape from his chest. “Most of us have had to work hard, and together, to make Halo what it is today.” While he’d give credit to Evie, he’d also extend it to each and every Halovian; driven and determined to ensure their world was a sanctum and shelter.
The future one stunned him, and maybe because there hadn’t been an ounce of damnation in any of turned papers. He let it sit quietly in his spine though, for these were all vague connotations, and perhaps, just as he’d learned many times over, he should snag at any opportunity for contentment and happiness that he could. “I do hate complacency,” he winked, permitting a smile. “I will admit, I suspected more destruction and catastrophes.”
Past, present, and future hadn’t been in his notions, so he found himself listening with some mild interest and intrigue, the residual arch of his brow remaining amidst the other brands of stoicism. Hanged Man sounded as though he’d once been heading for the noose (which – maybe), but listening to the notions caused a narrowing of his eyes. Experiences could hasten multitudes, and considering all the barbarity, vengeance, and annihilation, there’d certainly been alterations in the accord. It didn’t mean he couldn’t flicker right back to that in a moment, but –
His head tilted, listening to the next explanation. He found himself snorting and half-laughing, a smothered chuckle still managing to escape from his chest. “Most of us have had to work hard, and together, to make Halo what it is today.” While he’d give credit to Evie, he’d also extend it to each and every Halovian; driven and determined to ensure their world was a sanctum and shelter.
The future one stunned him, and maybe because there hadn’t been an ounce of damnation in any of turned papers. He let it sit quietly in his spine though, for these were all vague connotations, and perhaps, just as he’d learned many times over, he should snag at any opportunity for contentment and happiness that he could. “I do hate complacency,” he winked, permitting a smile. “I will admit, I suspected more destruction and catastrophes.”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
