His heart had always been large, if a bit decrepit and tarnished in the past, and it only took a moment to place their son well within the boundaries of his shelter, sanctuary, shield, and love. While the nurses tended and eventually disappeared, there was only Evie and Erebos in his eyes, brows upon brows, and his hands soft, delicate, gentle along their song. “Good thing we had already decided on that name. He is perfect.” he whispered for amusements, bringing some humor to the forefront. “I love you,” he echoed, to both in turn, and they’d follow all the other necessities and hours within – eventually being able to bring him into their home, threshold, and protection.
{FIN <3}
{FIN <3}
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
