DEIMOS
While all the dread and trepidation would never quite leave his frame; not after it had spent a lifetime carving its way through his ribs, his soul, he wouldn’t relegate it to the forefront when there were moments like this. A conspiring laugh followed suit, imagining the outfitted macaroni, pasta, glue, and crayons adorning his office door. “Please. That would be most generous of you.” Wrinkling his nose in Erebos’ direction, he stayed slightly out of the way of sticky fingers, ruffling the youth’s hair while he took plates over to the table. “A frown would be delightful.” And could convey every ounce of how he felt about being in such confined areas at any given moment.
While she served breakfast, he snagged at the tomes in his bag, keeping them behind his broad back childishly until she was ready. At the ‘gimme’ hand signal, he snorted, grabbing hold of the first and placing it within her outreach – a plant book, adorned with a variety of ferns, flowers, and other ornamental designs on the cover, and certainly massive enough to keep her occupied in all manner of greenhouse potential. “You did not have that one yet,” he countered, waiting, because he’d always been observant of either of their libraries. Waiting until she’d accepted the first, he yielded the second; a much more humorous designation. “The next in that series of yours,” a newly released gem of her romanticized fantasy books; with the outlandish cover and title to suit.
While she served breakfast, he snagged at the tomes in his bag, keeping them behind his broad back childishly until she was ready. At the ‘gimme’ hand signal, he snorted, grabbing hold of the first and placing it within her outreach – a plant book, adorned with a variety of ferns, flowers, and other ornamental designs on the cover, and certainly massive enough to keep her occupied in all manner of greenhouse potential. “You did not have that one yet,” he countered, waiting, because he’d always been observant of either of their libraries. Waiting until she’d accepted the first, he yielded the second; a much more humorous designation. “The next in that series of yours,” a newly released gem of her romanticized fantasy books; with the outlandish cover and title to suit.
i'm in the mood to dissolve in the sky
