DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Ru, ever forthcoming, made her essence known by theatrics – so while Deimos rolled his eyes, Erebos squealed again, giggling and uttering ‘bird, bird’, before realizing it was someone known to him. His expression altered into glee all the more; well versed and used to his father shifting, he wasn’t bothered at all as glider became Valkyrie. Auntie Wu! was shouted with raucous clarity, where the Sword would have to wonder if the toddler was taking vocal lessons from Belial.
Social butterfly that he was, the youth extended his arms to be snagged and held. Trust already well established, and without Ru’s infected portions he didn’t have much need to worry, he gave a singular nod of permission. Not without words of caution though. “Do not let him trick you. He is still in the grab everything phase.”
Tilting his head a fraction and standing in order to give her a full saluation in the form of a side hug, he sighed, granting a little relief. He hadn’t spoken to her since the springs – and in all that time the tumultuous and tempestuous edges never seemed to cease. “How have things been?”
Social butterfly that he was, the youth extended his arms to be snagged and held. Trust already well established, and without Ru’s infected portions he didn’t have much need to worry, he gave a singular nod of permission. Not without words of caution though. “Do not let him trick you. He is still in the grab everything phase.”
Tilting his head a fraction and standing in order to give her a full saluation in the form of a side hug, he sighed, granting a little relief. He hadn’t spoken to her since the springs – and in all that time the tumultuous and tempestuous edges never seemed to cease. “How have things been?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
