Passing over another burger from those waiting in line, the smoke on the grill rose and he fanned it away with a quick brush of his air magic, revealing, slightly below, Theea contained underneath the brim of aromas and fumes. His head tilted as she rushed forward, half-snorting already as he plunged another portion of meat onto the surface, listening to the hiss. “Theea,” came along the rumbling greeting. “Hungry?”
Erebos waved and giggled, granting his enthusiastic “Hi!” from around portions of meat still jutting from his mouth. The Sword only heard her words thereafter, brows furrowing slightly, not realizing she’d been looking for him – but that seemed to be a common thread when entering Halo.
The expectation of an offering, bag being handed over to him, was clearly a surprise by the look on his face. His features went from inscrutable to confusion, trying to riddle his way through the reasoning – accustomed to receiving presents from his family (especially this season), but otherwise – “Thank you.” Placing the spatula on a nearby surface for a moment, he smiled and broke away from the uncertainty and hesitancy for prying, curious notes – spying a stuffed dragon, a charm – “It is much appreciated, but what is all this for?” As for the competition, he couldn’t help but laugh, unsure if it was to plague and tease Erebos.
As for the assistance, he jutted his jawline towards the grill and the baked goods nearby. “Only if you want to help cook.”
Erebos waved and giggled, granting his enthusiastic “Hi!” from around portions of meat still jutting from his mouth. The Sword only heard her words thereafter, brows furrowing slightly, not realizing she’d been looking for him – but that seemed to be a common thread when entering Halo.
The expectation of an offering, bag being handed over to him, was clearly a surprise by the look on his face. His features went from inscrutable to confusion, trying to riddle his way through the reasoning – accustomed to receiving presents from his family (especially this season), but otherwise – “Thank you.” Placing the spatula on a nearby surface for a moment, he smiled and broke away from the uncertainty and hesitancy for prying, curious notes – spying a stuffed dragon, a charm – “It is much appreciated, but what is all this for?” As for the competition, he couldn’t help but laugh, unsure if it was to plague and tease Erebos.
As for the assistance, he jutted his jawline towards the grill and the baked goods nearby. “Only if you want to help cook.”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
