when you move, i'm moved

Deimos

Deimos hadn’t been wandering – in fact, he’d been within the kitchen since Evie had left to tend to the greenhouse wares. An impromptu, but necessary bath had been had for Erebos, and he’d spent multitudes of time fussing over correct temperatures in the small basin within the sink. By that time, the Sword had managed to eventually find a suitable accord, and found the youth’s affinity for water, based on the amount of splashes conjured and liquid sloshed over the countertops and himself. Amused and quartering off Belial from joining in any antics, the baby was eventually quite content, clean, and was in the process of being dried off, when he could hear the Evergreen through the reverberations in their home.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, because from what he’d known about the unfurling day, they hadn’t had any appointed visitors. Nor was she the type to throw such presumptions upon him without some manner of preparation…so naturally, he grew all the more reserved. “Just a moment,” he answered in return – mildly puzzled. Perhaps it was a surprise or chicanery, so he couldn’t help but snort, wrapping Erebos in his towel (with adorning ursur hood over his head) and holding him tight to his chest as he advanced towards the sound of her voice. “Time to see what your mother has planned,” he whispered, and while Erebos squirmed, his long strides made headway towards the living room.

we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts