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towards the effort - Deimos - 06-25-2026
Deimos could never be described as an optimist; those words were for those who still curated encouragement and auspicious endeavors from the world. He’d seen and experienced far too much to designate sanguine possibilities upon Caido – even when they’d been held within peaceful remnants.
So when the letters began arriving, he wasn’t wholly surprised. It seemed like the rush and crush of the inevitable; something sly or sinister or suspicious wafting up through the eaves all over again. He’d been there for the forced slumber and the strange lights, but not for the monster held at bay in the desert. Nor for a disappeared herald – because that was bound to signify a level of power and dominion they’d yet to cross.
More or less, it wound that usual trepidation around his soul like a noose. What more was to come this time? Another war? Another invasion? Another tide to turn, another region to fall apart? His mind could concoct and fathom a limitless bounty on ominous directions, each worse than the last.
Instead of falling into it, he braced; made notes. Words flying across parchment, copying and outlining, trying to find where senses and connections could be made.
RE: towards the effort - Erebos - 06-25-2026
Loud footfalls and giggles, a cacophony of sound, followed where the youth trekked; the guard nearby had long since given up the chase and shrugged his shoulders as the boy turned towards his father’s office. If Deimos had come here to be left undisturbed, that had been a mistake from the beginning, for there was no true evasion. Not from Erebos, anyway, or so he’d like to think.
Bulldozing his way in without bothering to knock, he granted a triumphant [say]“Hey Dad!”[/say] before actually looking at his father. Head in hands, pouring over several documents. That in itself wasn’t very peculiar – the Sword could be found in such regards at any hour of the day. Something seemed off though, but he couldn’t quite trace over the foundations or why. [say]“Was it the ningo again?”[/say] to make light work of any serious matters, tilting his head slightly as he rounded over to the desk to perhaps catch any of the words. [say]“One of the messengers gave me this,”[/say] and he placed another letter to coincide with the rest in a neat pile, swallowing down an emotion he couldn’t name and summoning his brightest smile.
RE: towards the effort - Deimos - 06-25-2026
He heard Erebos long before he entered the threshold, and snorted under his breath, capable of taking his eyes off the paper to shake his head and watch the youth come bounding in. [say]“Ere’,” [/say]he rumbled, eyes narrowing a fraction as if striving to decipher actions before consequences. [say]“What have you been up to?”[/say] Besides terrorizing a few soldiers, who’d he likely have to speak to before the day’s end.
That the child’s scrutiny landed upon the letters, and then another, was not lost on him. Each and every day seemed to be a battle to keep his children innocent and not ignorant; aware of situations without putting and placing them into life-altering dominions and dangers. This one in particular had already snagged at Amhran, and Deimos couldn’t be certain how far it would extend, not without everything wholly unknown. So instead of addressing it fully, he leaned back against his chair, pressed away from his desk and charcoal, granting his attention to the boy instead of the documents for the moment.
The simplicity of the inquiry permitted a laugh, lighter than he’d expected. [say]“I wish. That would be much easier.”[/say] Leaning forward, he grabbed hold of the newest letter, opening it slowly and carefully, eyes going back and forth without unfurling any revelations – tucking them neatly away, under clenched jaws and contorted minds.
RE: towards the effort - Erebos - 06-25-2026
[say]“Racing the guard!”[/say] was an enthusiastic reply and not entirely a lie; he didn’t particularly like this one though, and it’d be somewhat humorous to know there’d eventually be some kind of punishment instigated upon the gruffer individual.
He watched his father’s features though as they went back and forth across new information and words, with nothing forthcoming from Deimos himself. He almost bristled, but knew better. The man could be an iron lock when he wanted to be, and when in overprotective mode, for whatever reason, even more so. Trying not to sigh, he instead climbed upon another chair nearby, his favorite because he could spin, and moved it so the device immediately started its circular depths as he sat within. [say]"Oh,"[/say] was an extension at first, working on building momentum along the seat while conspiring how to get more about whatever newest, ongoing plight had surfaced.
After a few moments, and the office had become a wondrous blur, he laughed from the spiraling arrangement. [say]“Can you do anything about it?"[/say]
RE: towards the effort - Serendipity - 06-25-2026
It hits you out of nowhere - a sudden wave of exhaustion dragging at your limbs and making it difficult to keep your eyes open. You suppress a yawn and consider, briefly, sitting down somewhere for a quick cat-nap. How strange - perhaps you haven’t been sleeping as well as you could. Maybe something to take note of when your head hits the pillow this evening.
Please note: this serendipity CANNOT be used for levelling purposes.
RE: towards the effort - Deimos - 06-25-2026
His brow quirked upwards, though he was incapable of hiding his smile at the notions of his son beating said soldier down the hallways, but also at the childish wonder of utilizing a spinning chair. Around and around Erebos went, clearly trying to bait, and Deimos unfurled a long sigh, glancing again at the words sprawled across the page. Dreams and sand, connections amongst jungles and monsters with faces – facets he couldn’t wholly describe to the youth without unfurling a multitude he didn’t yet understand himself. Nor would he, without some safeguard in place. It wouldn’t be like Erebos to take off on the chance of sprawling his way into curiosity and danger, but he didn’t put anything past the likes of his and Evie’s offspring. Willfulness and clever aspects, along with affability, could be a combination to monitor. [say]“It is a bit like one of your puzzles,”[/say] he started, leaning against the back of the chair. [say]“Except you do not have the picture on the box, so you are building from the small parts you know.”[/say] Right now, the background and layout might not have anything to do with one another, but the timing, the circumstances…
Suddenly, he could feel his head almost drop downward, chin going down as if intending to touch his chest. With a startled shake of his head he glanced around, gaze narrowing, that sharp alarm appearing in the back of his mind. [say]“Sorry. Your sister kept us up at all hours last night.”[/say] As a reasonable excuse, he could fathom, save for it being remarkably like moments within the Peepholes.