tell the wolves I'm home
He could detect the telltale look with an arch of his brow, but snorted when she didn’t relent the foregone phrase and conclusion. Instead of forming some other primordial rebuttal, he simply leaned forward, brushing his mouth upon hers, head tilting as he studied her beneath his own long lashes. “True, amongst a myriad of other reasons.” The ghost of his juvenile grin remained, pondering if she’d prefer he’d wax poetical on the litany of rationales and expressions of his love; or to dangle it like a tease, a taunt, an enticement.
He probably would’ve gone further into lures, his hands slinking down her sides and potentially tugging at swimsuit strings, but as the subject matter changed, so did his motivations. Support layered amidst his mind and eyes rather than a hooded, alluring glance, watching as somber intonations flickered over her firebrand features, wondering if he should’ve known better. Were it up to the Sword, he wouldn’t have bothered with Hadama at all. The demigod had made his points and ventures quite clear in that meeting, and despite the apologies, Deimos held no trust for the stoic imbecile. Aligning himself with Maea had been one more chink in the armor, given her foolish, stupid, selfish, and bewildering nature.
At the semblance of feelings for the Ancient, Deimos couldn’t help his expression turning into one of brief disgust. Hands resting on her hips, he leaned further into the rock, trying to summon something beyond revulsion. “You have far more patience and understanding than he deserves.” Especially after putting their son, and a whole host of others, including his own co-leader, in danger. “The fact that he placed Maea above everyone in that room was difficult to watch or comprehend. Did he give an explanation?” Or was it simply that – love beyond cognizance?
He probably would’ve gone further into lures, his hands slinking down her sides and potentially tugging at swimsuit strings, but as the subject matter changed, so did his motivations. Support layered amidst his mind and eyes rather than a hooded, alluring glance, watching as somber intonations flickered over her firebrand features, wondering if he should’ve known better. Were it up to the Sword, he wouldn’t have bothered with Hadama at all. The demigod had made his points and ventures quite clear in that meeting, and despite the apologies, Deimos held no trust for the stoic imbecile. Aligning himself with Maea had been one more chink in the armor, given her foolish, stupid, selfish, and bewildering nature.
At the semblance of feelings for the Ancient, Deimos couldn’t help his expression turning into one of brief disgust. Hands resting on her hips, he leaned further into the rock, trying to summon something beyond revulsion. “You have far more patience and understanding than he deserves.” Especially after putting their son, and a whole host of others, including his own co-leader, in danger. “The fact that he placed Maea above everyone in that room was difficult to watch or comprehend. Did he give an explanation?” Or was it simply that – love beyond cognizance?
the ressurected sword
