Halo meant a return to sanctity and shelter, to normalcy, to routine, to duties and responsibilities he knew and understood well. From fights amidst the barracks, to letters scrawled and missives read, to simply remaining in the icy proportions meant a great deal to his tired and restless soul. A way to recover from the hindrances of days already past, icy balms and warm fires and something understood, rather than the heavy weight of the world pressing around them.
So it was with a fond smile that he opened the door to their home and saw Evie and Erebos both tucked, safely and ensconced, at the kitchen table. Hanging up his coat and bag, with several hidden things within, he made his way over to the pair, placing his mouth upon the Evergreen’s crimson crown. “Hello,” he whispered, careful not to disturb their son in the midst of his nap. Taking the opportunity for what it was, and avoiding the latest discussion (for now) he’d had with a potent irritant, he simply pulled a chair across from her, and settled his arms upon the solid wooden surface, jaw resting on his forearms. An ease, a relaxation, a way to unwind, no masks or pretenses, no dread carved in the notches of his spine.
A careful perusal and study was had, eyes carefully following the movements of her hands, for he recognized the blending process, but not the particular, chosen buds. “What are you making today?”
So it was with a fond smile that he opened the door to their home and saw Evie and Erebos both tucked, safely and ensconced, at the kitchen table. Hanging up his coat and bag, with several hidden things within, he made his way over to the pair, placing his mouth upon the Evergreen’s crimson crown. “Hello,” he whispered, careful not to disturb their son in the midst of his nap. Taking the opportunity for what it was, and avoiding the latest discussion (for now) he’d had with a potent irritant, he simply pulled a chair across from her, and settled his arms upon the solid wooden surface, jaw resting on his forearms. An ease, a relaxation, a way to unwind, no masks or pretenses, no dread carved in the notches of his spine.
A careful perusal and study was had, eyes carefully following the movements of her hands, for he recognized the blending process, but not the particular, chosen buds. “What are you making today?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
