DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Erebos made the motion to put said blonde hair into his mouth, and Deimos sighed at the proclamation. “You only say that because you do not have to live with him.” Amused, somewhat, as he’d contributed to the boy’s spoiled attributes already, he watched as she settled his son on her hip, as she’d done with so many other children before, suddenly wistful and melancholic for her, and all those efforts time and time again when they’d gone awry.
Making none of that known, he waved to Erebos and watched as the toddler waved back, chubby little arms flailing about as he giggled. His attention deviated momentarily to Ru, brow arching slightly as he did his own reading between the lines. He wondered if she’d kept herself cooped up, locked and lodged away, after all the bouts of infestations – trying desperately not to cause more havoc or hysteria. And clearly in need of devastation thereafter. “Of course,” as he often adhered to whatever request she had. “Quite a few void ursurs still roaming and in need of demise. You are always welcome to join.”
The other baiting hooked its line, and he gave a small grin as she continued – though it stilted momentarily at the thought of marriage to Sunjata - and he struggled with it not dropping away and remaining steadfastly neutral. Perhaps she’d be proud he didn’t roll his eyes at that one. Or it was growth. He didn’t really want to commit to either. Not out loud anyway. “Do you have a season picked out at least?”
Though he did laugh at the notion of no power struggles – remembering all of Helovia’s, and then their own measures once within Halo. Now firmly entrenched in his own clutches, the winter expanse grew, and he leaned back further on the rock, watching as the toddler cooed again. “Well, no one has claimed Stormbreak yet. Again.” His nose wrinkled, gaze lifting upwards, intentionally setting another lure in either humor or machinations. “You could always make a run for that.”
There they could joke and cajole some more; plans in some portion on the line.
[FIN]
Making none of that known, he waved to Erebos and watched as the toddler waved back, chubby little arms flailing about as he giggled. His attention deviated momentarily to Ru, brow arching slightly as he did his own reading between the lines. He wondered if she’d kept herself cooped up, locked and lodged away, after all the bouts of infestations – trying desperately not to cause more havoc or hysteria. And clearly in need of devastation thereafter. “Of course,” as he often adhered to whatever request she had. “Quite a few void ursurs still roaming and in need of demise. You are always welcome to join.”
The other baiting hooked its line, and he gave a small grin as she continued – though it stilted momentarily at the thought of marriage to Sunjata - and he struggled with it not dropping away and remaining steadfastly neutral. Perhaps she’d be proud he didn’t roll his eyes at that one. Or it was growth. He didn’t really want to commit to either. Not out loud anyway. “Do you have a season picked out at least?”
Though he did laugh at the notion of no power struggles – remembering all of Helovia’s, and then their own measures once within Halo. Now firmly entrenched in his own clutches, the winter expanse grew, and he leaned back further on the rock, watching as the toddler cooed again. “Well, no one has claimed Stormbreak yet. Again.” His nose wrinkled, gaze lifting upwards, intentionally setting another lure in either humor or machinations. “You could always make a run for that.”
There they could joke and cajole some more; plans in some portion on the line.
[FIN]
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
