and the only solution was to stand and fight
There was always a fine line between bravery, and stupidity, and while Deimos had twisted and turned, agonized, over the complexities of bringing Erebos, and any future children, into the world, some days he wondered if they’d breached into the latter. He didn’t regret his son, nor his presence, his burst of enthusiasm, the delight he brought to everyone, but gods didn’t he often wonder if Caido was simply too much. Too dangerous. Too tragic. How many times had he almost been felled? And numerous others, before they’d become stronger? Or those that had perished, and not been granted another opportunity, another chance?
Those agonizing thoughts lingered, fresh and raw and real all over again, no matter the apologies and exhales. The steely edge of his own age-old lacerations caught on taut fringes, and he swallowed down a trace of bile. “I know you did not mean anything by it. It just resurfaced many thoughts we had before he arrived.” His smile was small and shallow too, like it was simply on for pretense and show; he’d have to dig himself out the trenches later, when the melancholy, panic, and apprehension had worn away.
Into something better and brighter – that all their efforts were worth it, in the end. “And that is why we keep forging on.” Exhausting as it might’ve been – for their present selves, and any future arrangements.
Those agonizing thoughts lingered, fresh and raw and real all over again, no matter the apologies and exhales. The steely edge of his own age-old lacerations caught on taut fringes, and he swallowed down a trace of bile. “I know you did not mean anything by it. It just resurfaced many thoughts we had before he arrived.” His smile was small and shallow too, like it was simply on for pretense and show; he’d have to dig himself out the trenches later, when the melancholy, panic, and apprehension had worn away.
Into something better and brighter – that all their efforts were worth it, in the end. “And that is why we keep forging on.” Exhausting as it might’ve been – for their present selves, and any future arrangements.
DEIMOS
