called a problem child
cause i got too wild
His laugh does something easy to his face—loosens his shoulders, warms the room in a way the hearth can’t. I like it more than I mean to. It snags a smile out of me before I can catch it.cause i got too wild
"Honestly? No idea how he is with a blade," I admit, wry. "But he held his own well enough in a hand-to-hand scuffle with me."
I soak in the artifacts without touching a single thing. Admiring feels safe; handling would be exactly when fate decides to make me a cautionary tale. "Glad none of these are cursed," I add under my breath. "That would be just my luck—the one time I don’t read a label."
Deimos lifts Erebos and the kid’s giggle lights him up even more. The sight makes my grin tip wider, and before I can overthink it, the question is out of my mouth.
"So I can stay here when I visit Halo?" I clear my throat, suddenly aware of my sword bumping my hip like it’s heckling me. "I mean the spare rooms. I won’t be in the way," I add, words tripping in my haste to sound like a functioning adult. "If that’s okay."
but now that's how i'm getting paid
Theea
