He laughed again at the segments of ‘Wordsworth’ being granted to a child – incapable of imagining an infant toddling about with such a moniker. At the very least, in all the other realms of seriousness, they were gaining tractions in amusement over the ridiculous follies – and understanding despite their teasing notions, none of these titles would befall one of theirs.
Deimos stuck his tongue out at her for the rejection of ‘Erosion’, maneuvering around the room again as he placed another portion of the crib together. The wood slid together neatly, intricately, as designed, and he took a few moments to test the proportions by shaking them. When nothing fell apart, he persisted, grabbing hold of another as he thought. The last portions rounded and sounded off felt more familiar to his ears – though he couldn’t place it – perhaps in a book or something. So his brows furrowed, voice coming along with certainty. “Erebos.”
Deimos stuck his tongue out at her for the rejection of ‘Erosion’, maneuvering around the room again as he placed another portion of the crib together. The wood slid together neatly, intricately, as designed, and he took a few moments to test the proportions by shaking them. When nothing fell apart, he persisted, grabbing hold of another as he thought. The last portions rounded and sounded off felt more familiar to his ears – though he couldn’t place it – perhaps in a book or something. So his brows furrowed, voice coming along with certainty. “Erebos.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
