Deimos
He quirked a brow at her response, not bothering to dig further into the jocular ends of the quarrel. Both had multitudes of duties and all were important – from the region itself, to their home and family – now of which was about to be extended once again.
The cloud of apprehension dispersed thereafter; feelings clear in paramount words and distinctions. Only pulling back to stare at her, he shook his head momentarily, mind immediately lost in a thousand different hazes. Plans and fruitions and calculated efforts all fragmenting into different parallels and webs, each with its own missive – ensuring Evie had whatever she needed, converting one of the guest rooms into another nursery, telling the rest of the Ignatius horde…but first he focused on her, on long breaths and smug grins and realities. His head tilted, the boyish smile lilted just for her, some proud swell of his chest churning on a long breath and easygoing sigh. “Ah. Going to leave it another mystery. What about timeframes?” Erebos had come as more than a surprise, and they’d been a bit late in preparations, so he wasn’t certain if they should be in the dark on that front again.
At her exclamation, his hands wound along her hips, laughing as he pressed his mouth against her cheek, her brow. “After all of this,” in a general sense of the chaos, bedlam, battles, and wars, “I think we deserve the happiness.” Another aspect of growth to the family, of primrose paths and plucking out the thorns. Tracing down the lane of more thoughts, his gaze flickered back to hers, brow arching once again on the inquiry laden within. “How do we want to tell the boys?” Amhran would probably receive it well – after all, he and Erebos had been nearly days apart in arriving in Caido – though very differently. He wasn’t certain on the current youngest though; whether he would lord over being a big brother or wholly indifferent.
The cloud of apprehension dispersed thereafter; feelings clear in paramount words and distinctions. Only pulling back to stare at her, he shook his head momentarily, mind immediately lost in a thousand different hazes. Plans and fruitions and calculated efforts all fragmenting into different parallels and webs, each with its own missive – ensuring Evie had whatever she needed, converting one of the guest rooms into another nursery, telling the rest of the Ignatius horde…but first he focused on her, on long breaths and smug grins and realities. His head tilted, the boyish smile lilted just for her, some proud swell of his chest churning on a long breath and easygoing sigh. “Ah. Going to leave it another mystery. What about timeframes?” Erebos had come as more than a surprise, and they’d been a bit late in preparations, so he wasn’t certain if they should be in the dark on that front again.
At her exclamation, his hands wound along her hips, laughing as he pressed his mouth against her cheek, her brow. “After all of this,” in a general sense of the chaos, bedlam, battles, and wars, “I think we deserve the happiness.” Another aspect of growth to the family, of primrose paths and plucking out the thorns. Tracing down the lane of more thoughts, his gaze flickered back to hers, brow arching once again on the inquiry laden within. “How do we want to tell the boys?” Amhran would probably receive it well – after all, he and Erebos had been nearly days apart in arriving in Caido – though very differently. He wasn’t certain on the current youngest though; whether he would lord over being a big brother or wholly indifferent.
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