Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Unaware, for now, that they were going to be much too late in terms of Ru letters, he strived to try and remain in the good graces of the moment, smirking at the dad inflection, and rolling his eyes affectionately. The Temple was an interesting choice, out of all the possibilities – Deimos never figured Kiada would go a more traditional route, but he took the information along, nodding at semblances of priestesses and whomever Charlie was. The next statement made his eyes widen with surprise, and he must’ve reacted in some other ways, because Erebos was giggling and gurgling up at him. “Of course. I would be honored,” he acknowledged, swallowing down a sudden plethora of emotions. Had the infant not been in his arms, he might’ve reached out for another hug and held her close; instead he settled for a bright, brimming smile and dashing something out of his eye.
Opting for humor out the mess impending, he snorted and went for self-deprecating. “Do you have colors picked out? I would hate to look a fool and not be matching.”
