called a problem child
cause i got too wild
Erebos is beyond cute. I swear my face forgets how to be anything but soft. It’s ridiculous—this burly mountain of a man steadying his son with one hand, feeding him tiny jerky pieces with the other, and still tracking the room like a commander. The gentleness sneaks up on me; it warms something I didn’t realize was cold.cause i got too wild
I fall into step as we head upstairs, the sword settling against my hip with a quiet, satisfying tap each step. My oversized jacket tries to swallow my hands again; I wrestle a sleeve up and catch the rail before I can pretend I wasn’t about to trip. You’d like I’d never been trained by assassins.
It’s new body still, shut up.
”Thank you—for being willing to teach me,” I say, a little breathless from stairs and nerves. ”I’ve been meaning to get back into regular sparring. And…” I chew my lip, then let the grin out. ”I think it would be very fun to best Damien with a sword just once. Purely for scientific purposes. And bragging rights.”
The second floor opens into a quieter kind of space, the sort that makes me lower my voice without thinking. Open doors promise more—library, artifacts room, study, spare bedrooms—but I keep my hands politely to myself.
I angle toward Deimos instead of anything breakable. ”What kind of artifacts do you collect? Hunter trophies with stories… cursed trinkets we’re not supposed to touch… things that go boom?” I tip my head, wry. ”Asking so I can definitely not touch the wrong thing first.”
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
