Amhran’s entrance into the kitchen was met with wild, excited squeals from the infant, and Deimos’s head tilted towards his direction, a solidified nod and a smile. Erebos received the attention first though, and he couldn’t help but laugh as the youth began to entertain the demigod with all sorts of wondrous, half-understandable chatter. Something about his new wooden truck and Belial, before more exclamations of ”Wunch!”
The Sword snorted, peeling away portions of deli meat and cheese. “Just making some sandwiches. Do you have any preferences?” While Amhran decided on whatever he’d like, Deimos began making much smaller portions for Erebos, including some tiny, cut-up slices of fruit. “I had some questions for you too, if you are not too busy.” But given that the inquiries were not live or death situations, he permitted another generous grin in the Raeling's direction - leaving the notions of curiosity up to him.
The Sword snorted, peeling away portions of deli meat and cheese. “Just making some sandwiches. Do you have any preferences?” While Amhran decided on whatever he’d like, Deimos began making much smaller portions for Erebos, including some tiny, cut-up slices of fruit. “I had some questions for you too, if you are not too busy.” But given that the inquiries were not live or death situations, he permitted another generous grin in the Raeling's direction - leaving the notions of curiosity up to him.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
