Belial rose with a clamor of shrill squeaks, and Erebos watched the peryton’s wild descent. Laughing and clapping, for both nearly always encouraged one another to be obnoxious, colossally stupid, or both, he raced to the nearest pile of snow and properly launched off the top. It wasn’t very far from the ground, to be fair, and he did it adequately so his boots only laned a few inches deep into the rime below, but the deer praised him regardless. Then the boy extended his arms in an imitation of wings and feathers, making several cawing noises, before looping back around and figuring he’d do the whole thing over again.
Except someone called to him, and his head jerked upwards. Recognizing the figure in passing, he gave a bright smile and a wave, before clambering and climbing back to the top of the mound. “Hi Marcus!” Cheery as ever, he bolstered down again, this time intentionally landing on his butt and watching as the powder flew upwards. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s in a meeting.” He wrinkled his nose, in an apparent shared disdain for such things; unaware of the many times he’d been an inactive participant in them. “But he said I could make a -,” he paused, already forgetting the word. “Div…something for him in a little bit. So he can escape.”
Except someone called to him, and his head jerked upwards. Recognizing the figure in passing, he gave a bright smile and a wave, before clambering and climbing back to the top of the mound. “Hi Marcus!” Cheery as ever, he bolstered down again, this time intentionally landing on his butt and watching as the powder flew upwards. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s in a meeting.” He wrinkled his nose, in an apparent shared disdain for such things; unaware of the many times he’d been an inactive participant in them. “But he said I could make a -,” he paused, already forgetting the word. “Div…something for him in a little bit. So he can escape.”
erebos
and then we dream so much
