His laughter was warm, bright, as the youth glanced down upon himself. Much longer limbs, a rush to the mind as many things and awareness sprawled before him – an akin to wonder embellishing across his cheeks and eyes widening at the very expanse of the facets around them. Maybe he just hadn’t paid attention long enough to warrant the sprawl; or his world hadn’t been so large or noticeable before, no matter how many times he’d traversed with his parents. Right and bright, as if this was always meant to be. He wouldn’t know, but maybe one day he could, and that natural curiosity surged through him –
Only to look at his father, bent before him. Erebos searched his dad’s face, sometimes wholly inscrutable and stoic, smiling when the calloused palms kept him still, held him steady. “I’m okay!” A phrase often heard when tumbling about and falling to the ground on uneven, wobbling configurations; now he wouldn’t even need to worry about that – balanced, ready, eager.
But he couldn’t hide his emotions like the Sword; and the grin dimmed a little, gaze studying, struggling to decipher; like an echo or a reflection. “Are you mad?”
Only to look at his father, bent before him. Erebos searched his dad’s face, sometimes wholly inscrutable and stoic, smiling when the calloused palms kept him still, held him steady. “I’m okay!” A phrase often heard when tumbling about and falling to the ground on uneven, wobbling configurations; now he wouldn’t even need to worry about that – balanced, ready, eager.
But he couldn’t hide his emotions like the Sword; and the grin dimmed a little, gaze studying, struggling to decipher; like an echo or a reflection. “Are you mad?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
