The softened expanse of his father’s gaze, the way his features changed, eased the sudden tension in the boy’s heart. Despite all the mischief of his toddler years, he still wanted to please his parents – to ensure he wasn’t a disappointment, that he was doing things right. It wasn’t in his mind to be rebellious, not at this tender age (yet, anyway), so the answer billowed away the blow of what he’d been quietly binding towards his pulse. Even his response was easy, even-tempered. “Yeah! So I could go on adventures with all of you!” How many times had he heard their wondrous stories? How many hours had he spent upon his father’s shifts as they traveled, or caught the finality of tales?
A proud beam embarked its way to his smile; very much his mother’s nature to let it unravel with ease. He put out a foot, started walking, sturdily, around Deimos, movements quick and sudden, warm but in avid exclamation and motion. “Then we can hunt stuff, and I can use a sword and shield, and magic!”
A proud beam embarked its way to his smile; very much his mother’s nature to let it unravel with ease. He put out a foot, started walking, sturdily, around Deimos, movements quick and sudden, warm but in avid exclamation and motion. “Then we can hunt stuff, and I can use a sword and shield, and magic!”
erebos
and then we dream so much
