She could roll her eyes all she wanted – if she gave him free rein, he might have ended up creating something that wasn’t to her liking, and then they would have wasted everyone’s time. So while she mulled over the potentials and studied the drawings, he gave her space, nodding at the parchment, and opted to tend to Erebos’ now banana-filled face. Grabbing a cloth, cleaning the baby up, and shaking his head, he maneuvered the infant out of the highchair and over to the designated playpen – but the food had seemed to have done its job, as the youth was clearly tired from the earlier venture into the cold and snow, and on a full stomach…his eyes were already drooping.
Upon his return, and with a watchful eye still on the youth as he slowly began teetering towards a blanket and pillow, his studied the designs. It’d been a collaboration of some of his ideas, clearly mixed with her own sentiments – a pairing of ursur paws, tarot symbols accenting the outer edges…”Feasible,” he nodded, being quiet simply because it amused him and likely irked her. “What did you want for the band?”
Upon his return, and with a watchful eye still on the youth as he slowly began teetering towards a blanket and pillow, his studied the designs. It’d been a collaboration of some of his ideas, clearly mixed with her own sentiments – a pairing of ursur paws, tarot symbols accenting the outer edges…”Feasible,” he nodded, being quiet simply because it amused him and likely irked her. “What did you want for the band?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
