His eyes watched, waiting for something, as she pinpointed on notions of stature and height, grinning again at the implications. “Yeah, I guess! Mom says I’m going to be tall though.” So maybe he wouldn’t have to do it quite so quickly; but then again, the impulses could be working far more efficiently than any amount of crucial, critical thinking.
The other words weren’t something he expected. Twins was a wholly different thing – he did have Amham, but the demigod had arrived fully formed while Erebos was a newborn, and amidst the myriad of inquiries, the only explanation had been Rae. The mere notion that adults didn’t know what they were doing, however, seemed to be a shocking addition to his mind, mouth dropping to gasp. “Really? Because everyone always seems to know what’s going on.” His parents, other adults floating around Halo. He hadn’t had a vast array of experiences yet, but the whole of the Citadel seemed to flicker around like clockwork. Lowering his voice to match her pitch, the wonder in his gaze didn’t fade; wholly grasping onto things and figments and potentials. “Are there things you don’t know too?” Weren’t Queens and Wardens and all those other people supposed to regard everything?
Amidst these bewildering statements were still the confections though, and he watched as she indulged, his grin becoming toothy and wide. Very impressed she’d gone to these great lengths, and followed his advice, he continued on, steering towards more baked good portions, left by some other Halovian vendros. “Maybe he’ll really like these then!” pointing towards a package of snowball cookies, finely dusted and powdered in the fine, white sugar, each containing some symbolic portions of Halo – frost foxes, luxere, and the like – in etched, edible detailing that some might not bother to notice as they were inhaled.
And when she made such a grand gesture thereafter, his eyes widened again. Used to being indulged by his parents, to a certain extent, he hadn’t counted on others doing the same. As a form of payment seemed much more fitting, so he nodded, taking it seriously as his brows furrowed in concentration. “Only if you’re sure,” he added, waiting for her to take it back, before the covetous aspects of his mind went onward, and he snatched at a bag of lemon drops, the aforementioned snowballs, and then distracting himself with chocolate oranges.
The other words weren’t something he expected. Twins was a wholly different thing – he did have Amham, but the demigod had arrived fully formed while Erebos was a newborn, and amidst the myriad of inquiries, the only explanation had been Rae. The mere notion that adults didn’t know what they were doing, however, seemed to be a shocking addition to his mind, mouth dropping to gasp. “Really? Because everyone always seems to know what’s going on.” His parents, other adults floating around Halo. He hadn’t had a vast array of experiences yet, but the whole of the Citadel seemed to flicker around like clockwork. Lowering his voice to match her pitch, the wonder in his gaze didn’t fade; wholly grasping onto things and figments and potentials. “Are there things you don’t know too?” Weren’t Queens and Wardens and all those other people supposed to regard everything?
Amidst these bewildering statements were still the confections though, and he watched as she indulged, his grin becoming toothy and wide. Very impressed she’d gone to these great lengths, and followed his advice, he continued on, steering towards more baked good portions, left by some other Halovian vendros. “Maybe he’ll really like these then!” pointing towards a package of snowball cookies, finely dusted and powdered in the fine, white sugar, each containing some symbolic portions of Halo – frost foxes, luxere, and the like – in etched, edible detailing that some might not bother to notice as they were inhaled.
And when she made such a grand gesture thereafter, his eyes widened again. Used to being indulged by his parents, to a certain extent, he hadn’t counted on others doing the same. As a form of payment seemed much more fitting, so he nodded, taking it seriously as his brows furrowed in concentration. “Only if you’re sure,” he added, waiting for her to take it back, before the covetous aspects of his mind went onward, and he snatched at a bag of lemon drops, the aforementioned snowballs, and then distracting himself with chocolate oranges.
erebos
and then we dream so much
