Deimos
suns for bones and constellations for eyes
Deimos was saved from answering the obvious as Evie made her way in; affectionally snorting as he began to wrangle Erebos from creeping into the kitchen, eyes alight on anything shiny, and into his high chair. Arching his brow at the pinpointed celebrations for seemingly only one of them, he glanced towards Amhran, before sliding a designated gift, marked and labeled, for the demigod. “Strange – I thought this party was for all of us.” Once the demigod took the opportunity to unfurl all the trappings, bows, and ribbons, he’d be able to find an assortment of different plant fillers (designed in various shapes – from alpinas, ningos, and crouching dogs and cats), and a broad stringed hammock – figuring he’d enjoy placing it amongst the greenhouse. Presuming the younger man would be in on the joke, given the amount of teasing that went on in the house, he shrugged his shoulders, beginning to purposefully slide the intended alms for the Evergreen out of line of sight. “Unless, of course, you don’t want a gift.”
He gave his own wink in return to Evie, with a wry and juvenile wrinkle to his nose, before sharing a present with Erebos as well – carefully adorned and wrapped for the youth so he’d have multitudes of amusement simply in opening the thing.
