everything I let go
Erebos had seen enough in his picture books and bedtime stories to know what Deimos meant – still, it was far more amusing to see in person. Nodding eagerly at the encouragement and mild cajoling to get the job done, he set a determined little brow in his features, watching as the liquid began to spin. Then he added his own, barely a hint in comparison, following and trickling after the larger twirls and pivots; laughing as he imagined it’d be gobbled up too. “Do you think we could toss something in, and it’d be swallowed whole?” Of course, that would destroy the purpose of the cleansing, and he knew the springs were collected all there, but it was difficult to take that young boy compulsion to throw rocks into water and witness the impending splashes and manufactured doom.
So he did manage to snag at a snowball nearby, launching it perfectly into the center, and giggled as it was easily consumed; either melted by the temperature or smothered into the depths.
So he did manage to snag at a snowball nearby, launching it perfectly into the center, and giggled as it was easily consumed; either melted by the temperature or smothered into the depths.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
