Deimos
He laughed; let it flow easy, liberated, free in his chest through the kitchen. Leafchange gave them plenty of time, and somehow not enough; a charitable amount to be done and fostered – shaking his head as he moved his lips to her hairline. “Someone has to be different,” shrugging with the same boyish grin, unbothered by the aspects, more or less amused that this one would come in a season of color and hues, blending into autumn golds, crimsons, and browns; perhaps that signified more.
That they’d always deserved the contentment was another stark reminder of paths traversed and roads overgrown. Difficult to see in those monumental, tempestuous occasions, when they’d been fighting for strength, diligence, and protection for the world around them, rather than just themselves. Those thresholds had been borne again and again and again though, and maybe it made the outcome that much greater. “Fine, you may have that one,” he remarked with another deep rumble of amusement, as if scoring points on a mental tally sheet.
The other members of the family might’ve had different outlooks though, and so he maneuvered to stare directly at her again, granting another long and slow sigh. “True. He adores Amhran and Amhran tolerates him well.” But Erebos was still a wild card; in many aspects, nor did he want to overwhelm the Raeling with the hordes of energetic Ignatiuses simply because he was an amiable youth. “And there is the matter of announcing to anyone else,” at which he wrinkled his nose; they’d kept both demigod and Erebos under tight wraps – but eventually the word would get out.
That they’d always deserved the contentment was another stark reminder of paths traversed and roads overgrown. Difficult to see in those monumental, tempestuous occasions, when they’d been fighting for strength, diligence, and protection for the world around them, rather than just themselves. Those thresholds had been borne again and again and again though, and maybe it made the outcome that much greater. “Fine, you may have that one,” he remarked with another deep rumble of amusement, as if scoring points on a mental tally sheet.
The other members of the family might’ve had different outlooks though, and so he maneuvered to stare directly at her again, granting another long and slow sigh. “True. He adores Amhran and Amhran tolerates him well.” But Erebos was still a wild card; in many aspects, nor did he want to overwhelm the Raeling with the hordes of energetic Ignatiuses simply because he was an amiable youth. “And there is the matter of announcing to anyone else,” at which he wrinkled his nose; they’d kept both demigod and Erebos under tight wraps – but eventually the word would get out.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
