where I save you and you save me
They were found, though it hadn’t been any true game of hide and seek. He’d prefer his ramparts with Evie to be outward and known – and who knew about Erebos’, given the toddler’s age and mind. But the infant reached for his mother with obvious affection, hands grasping for either a snagging of a hug, of warmth, or her hair, gentle cooing for the Evergreen, while Deimos poignantly laughed, funneling away his exhaustion for pieces and snippets of what they had.
Likely both exhausted, in different outlets – but he varnished it over for traces of her embedded into the chair, into his crown of hair, twisting his dominion into her space to place his own kiss upon her mouth. “Hey,” he rumbled, eyes flicking open to reveal amusement – if not some weariness carved right into his bones. Half of him wanted to refute the initial notions altogether, which while unlike him, sometimes he’d like to forget the multitude of responsibilities weighed across shoulders and mantles and just exist in spans of what they’d created.
But for the moment, that was not to be.
He could hear the drain in her voice, and didn’t intend to put more strain into it – passing her the cup of tea while she offered up other plans immediately after. Those were fundamentally more enticing, and his tilted head suggested so, with a wry grin contorted in place of weariness. “Sounds very promising,” and then his arm reached around her, tugging her closer, and if Erebos wasn’t in his lap, he’d fully intended for her to be. “We went for resources last time,” which meant they could amplify the portions again, even out the score. Unspoken quandaries were of taxes, improvements to the region, and their soldiers, though he’d never permitted them to remain listless.
Likely both exhausted, in different outlets – but he varnished it over for traces of her embedded into the chair, into his crown of hair, twisting his dominion into her space to place his own kiss upon her mouth. “Hey,” he rumbled, eyes flicking open to reveal amusement – if not some weariness carved right into his bones. Half of him wanted to refute the initial notions altogether, which while unlike him, sometimes he’d like to forget the multitude of responsibilities weighed across shoulders and mantles and just exist in spans of what they’d created.
But for the moment, that was not to be.
He could hear the drain in her voice, and didn’t intend to put more strain into it – passing her the cup of tea while she offered up other plans immediately after. Those were fundamentally more enticing, and his tilted head suggested so, with a wry grin contorted in place of weariness. “Sounds very promising,” and then his arm reached around her, tugging her closer, and if Erebos wasn’t in his lap, he’d fully intended for her to be. “We went for resources last time,” which meant they could amplify the portions again, even out the score. Unspoken quandaries were of taxes, improvements to the region, and their soldiers, though he’d never permitted them to remain listless.
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
