DEIMOS
He would much rather tend to Erebos or cook breakfast, but letters were not meetings, and therefore could be rightfully tamed without too much issue. But he spent some amount of time writing out certain lines and then scratching them out; the proof of gestures and dreams still difficult to describe and snag in certainty. There were no accurate citations for what he’d seen and visualized, other than the semblance of experience, and perhaps those who’d also been within had been active participants, and would be able to see –
His head rose from the parchment snagged across the page at Evie’s call, and he snagged at those deemed useless or irrelevant, and saved the worthwhile lines for later messages. Instead of immediately heeding towards breakfast, though the aroma was already defying his sedition, he snagged at his bag of holding, and then meandered back through studies and halls, towards the kitchen. “Always ready,” he murmured into her ear, sneaking around slings to check upon Erebos and grab hold of plates in singular movements. His careful and scrutinizing eye caught the folder on the table, with something inside, but could withhold himself momentarily for food.
His head rose from the parchment snagged across the page at Evie’s call, and he snagged at those deemed useless or irrelevant, and saved the worthwhile lines for later messages. Instead of immediately heeding towards breakfast, though the aroma was already defying his sedition, he snagged at his bag of holding, and then meandered back through studies and halls, towards the kitchen. “Always ready,” he murmured into her ear, sneaking around slings to check upon Erebos and grab hold of plates in singular movements. His careful and scrutinizing eye caught the folder on the table, with something inside, but could withhold himself momentarily for food.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
