Deimos
Awaiting a verdict was never easy – and he stood between thresholds of wanting to pry further or let her unfurl it on her own, as he placed her coat along the hook. It kept his hands busy, restlessly toying with the fabric until he followed back into the kitchen, listening, head tilting, pondering if there was too much to be deciphered in the middle of the words – nodding along at Marnie’s greetings. “Several people have told me I could not be everywhere,” and he pinpointed a look at her – as if to say it’d be another ‘I told you so’ volley – but if it was her preference to not return to those portions, then so be it. “Same goes for you,” and he wrinkled his nose in return, trying to keep the motions light, should anything come crashing down. They’d figured out a routine and structure regardless.
But Evie seemed to be on edge too, gaze flickering in all directions, which didn’t ease the burden beginning to staccato in his ribs. Her next line gave him adequate pause, and then his suspicions followed suit. The course of those apprehensive emotions to run in those futile seconds would later be discarded wholeheartedly; they’d been in these woods before, though then the exploration had been vastly unknown. The Evergreen not eating, aside from a few other things here and there, had tipped him off on possibilities, but he hadn’t given it voice in case the probabilities veered elsewhere. As she reached for him, he took a long, measured breath, hands clasping around hers in a shared comfort amidst the trepidation.
The moment the news dropped, his eyes widened – and then his massive grin followed suit. Maneuvering his hands to hold her close, prop her on the counter, and then linger towards her face instead, he gently tilted her chin towards him, mouth seeking hers for a long, breathless kiss – pouring every ounce of his devotion, ardor, love, and affection for her into the reverence. She’d have no doubt of his feelings about her, or the matter at hand – even so, when they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers. “That is the best news,” because for all their stress, work, heartache, and scraping of claws and enamel and teeth and grit to forge onward, they’d gotten here again. Erebos had been a testament to their determination, to fight against the odds of overshadowing and overwhelming adversity – and now they stood once more, capable of welcoming new life into the world, making all the wars and suffering worth it. To have these outcomes. To ensure their children were safe and sound.
But he didn’t want to rush into his own excited outset if it wasn’t shared. While plans were ricocheting through his brain, he took another solid breath, eyes piercing into hers. “And you are okay with it?” This time felt guarded, defended, secure, but he didn’t want misgivings on her end.
But Evie seemed to be on edge too, gaze flickering in all directions, which didn’t ease the burden beginning to staccato in his ribs. Her next line gave him adequate pause, and then his suspicions followed suit. The course of those apprehensive emotions to run in those futile seconds would later be discarded wholeheartedly; they’d been in these woods before, though then the exploration had been vastly unknown. The Evergreen not eating, aside from a few other things here and there, had tipped him off on possibilities, but he hadn’t given it voice in case the probabilities veered elsewhere. As she reached for him, he took a long, measured breath, hands clasping around hers in a shared comfort amidst the trepidation.
The moment the news dropped, his eyes widened – and then his massive grin followed suit. Maneuvering his hands to hold her close, prop her on the counter, and then linger towards her face instead, he gently tilted her chin towards him, mouth seeking hers for a long, breathless kiss – pouring every ounce of his devotion, ardor, love, and affection for her into the reverence. She’d have no doubt of his feelings about her, or the matter at hand – even so, when they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers. “That is the best news,” because for all their stress, work, heartache, and scraping of claws and enamel and teeth and grit to forge onward, they’d gotten here again. Erebos had been a testament to their determination, to fight against the odds of overshadowing and overwhelming adversity – and now they stood once more, capable of welcoming new life into the world, making all the wars and suffering worth it. To have these outcomes. To ensure their children were safe and sound.
But he didn’t want to rush into his own excited outset if it wasn’t shared. While plans were ricocheting through his brain, he took another solid breath, eyes piercing into hers. “And you are okay with it?” This time felt guarded, defended, secure, but he didn’t want misgivings on her end.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
