everything I let go
His pencil scratched across the surface of the paper along the kitchen table, and the youth would pause, analyze it with the pretense of a studious air, before breaking it with his tongue sticking out, full of meandering, but determined, concentration. Legs kicking back and forth, brows furrowed, he’d strive again, crossing out the particulars until he’d rendered the spelling of each word complete, checking over answers. With a warm grin, satisfied with that round of practice, he wondered if he should stick it on the fridge in pre-emptive glory, but then with the energy and zest of youth, he sprung from his seat anyway, rounding along to the counter.
All sorts of wondrous smells wafted along the oven, and acting quite innocent, arms tucked behind his back, he gave a large grin towards his fellow youth in the house – though Amhran always conveyed a sense of otherworldly knowledge Erebos couldn’t quite ever unfurl; given the demigod tendencies. “Whatcha making?”
All sorts of wondrous smells wafted along the oven, and acting quite innocent, arms tucked behind his back, he gave a large grin towards his fellow youth in the house – though Amhran always conveyed a sense of otherworldly knowledge Erebos couldn’t quite ever unfurl; given the demigod tendencies. “Whatcha making?”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
