Actions reflected words; had the power of their testaments and convictions embroiled within. Perhaps everything Hotaru had said and uttered and spoke would come true – through her willpower, challenges, prospects, and dominions. He’d be disappointed he couldn’t see the everyday growth, the nuances and alterations in how she’d returned to form, but eventually it could, would, come all together. Maybe he wouldn’t be so worried then, or they’d have more answers than now – he bit it down, grounded into the commitments and tandems of his own promises.
So he smiled, granted her a nod and a grin, and ignored the cheeky shove, pretending it was something akin to a gnat. His own news hadn’t been forgotten, but he certainly hadn’t wanted to push it into her glow and announcements.
How Ru would respond to upcoming changes could go in various ways too – and though Kiada’s sentiments had gone well, Deimos could never rest on his laurels. Not with how many times people had altered before him, and circumstances she'd been dealt with when it came to children. So he kept his voice low, a rumbling whisper, but his corresponding grin was one of earnest contentment and happiness. “Evie is pregnant.”
So he smiled, granted her a nod and a grin, and ignored the cheeky shove, pretending it was something akin to a gnat. His own news hadn’t been forgotten, but he certainly hadn’t wanted to push it into her glow and announcements.
How Ru would respond to upcoming changes could go in various ways too – and though Kiada’s sentiments had gone well, Deimos could never rest on his laurels. Not with how many times people had altered before him, and circumstances she'd been dealt with when it came to children. So he kept his voice low, a rumbling whisper, but his corresponding grin was one of earnest contentment and happiness. “Evie is pregnant.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
