“Like I would make a grotesque gargoyle,” he murmured in response, half offended and half amused, bargaining the emotions into a singular wrinkle of his nose and a mulish, childish, but quiet raspberry blown in her direction. But then he was gone down the hall, gently placing Erebos into his crib, trying to stifle any unnecessary noise or interruption that would lull the baby out of slumber.
Continuing the conversation as though he’d never left, he gave another deeper intonation, mind plotting away in its usual fervor, figuring she was glancing over his list, rather than the sketch. “I could model them after our companions,” or far more noble creatures like luxere, rather than some impish looking ghoul.
Leaning over the couch, and purposefully placing his chin on the top of her head, his eyes went to her, other ideas forming in his brain. “What do you think of having some sort of party for the boys in Deepfrost?” Like a birthday celebration, he supposed, even if he'd never had one of his own, plenty of others seemed to hold them in honor of these milestones.
Continuing the conversation as though he’d never left, he gave another deeper intonation, mind plotting away in its usual fervor, figuring she was glancing over his list, rather than the sketch. “I could model them after our companions,” or far more noble creatures like luxere, rather than some impish looking ghoul.
Leaning over the couch, and purposefully placing his chin on the top of her head, his eyes went to her, other ideas forming in his brain. “What do you think of having some sort of party for the boys in Deepfrost?” Like a birthday celebration, he supposed, even if he'd never had one of his own, plenty of others seemed to hold them in honor of these milestones.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
