Deimos valued minor trickery, cunning, and amusements over any notions of performances – his pretenses were reserved for either impassivity over layers of hidden, furtive trepidation, or dry, sometimes neglected humor. Besides, he loathed the spotlight.
Opening both eyes to behold his wife with all of his keen sight, his heartfelt appreciation was one sentiment across his features few rarely got to see; before his nose wrinkled instinctively at her jest. Maneuvering his shoulders in a small shrug, though not enough to dislodge the babe on his chest, he mused. “Wild, but fun, perhaps,” imagining conjuring makeshift creations and contortions to shield and guard their home. “Not fond of the gargoyle idea, then?” His lips quirked into a faint smile, the meaning clear that she shouldn’t be surprised to find any lingering on their roof at some venture.
He followed her gaze back to their son though, the grin remaining as the baby’s back gently rose and fell with his slumbering breaths. “I understand.” Maybe not the nesting urgency, but certainly the level of protection always there, brimming and brewing under the surface; only heightened into demanding prowess once Erebos was born. The suggestion made his brow arch, and he began to sit up, slowly, so as not to disturb the youth at all. “Let me put him in his room, and then we can see what is left.”
Opening both eyes to behold his wife with all of his keen sight, his heartfelt appreciation was one sentiment across his features few rarely got to see; before his nose wrinkled instinctively at her jest. Maneuvering his shoulders in a small shrug, though not enough to dislodge the babe on his chest, he mused. “Wild, but fun, perhaps,” imagining conjuring makeshift creations and contortions to shield and guard their home. “Not fond of the gargoyle idea, then?” His lips quirked into a faint smile, the meaning clear that she shouldn’t be surprised to find any lingering on their roof at some venture.
He followed her gaze back to their son though, the grin remaining as the baby’s back gently rose and fell with his slumbering breaths. “I understand.” Maybe not the nesting urgency, but certainly the level of protection always there, brimming and brewing under the surface; only heightened into demanding prowess once Erebos was born. The suggestion made his brow arch, and he began to sit up, slowly, so as not to disturb the youth at all. “Let me put him in his room, and then we can see what is left.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
