Deimos
Deimos had always been a proponent of a healthy child over all the other nuances – it hadn’t mattered to him when Erebos came, and it would scarcely matter now. They would be loved and cherished no matter the particulars. “We can see what happens and then draw our conclusions,” came as a tease – pressing his lips against her crimson hairline so he was once more touching fire, permitting a long breath to escape and flutter over stray tendrils. Taking in the moment with an indulgent heart and mind speculating, calculating, along the airs of their incoming seasons.
Snorting at the spoiled comment, he lowered his mouth so that teeth lightly grazed her ear, before shifting away intentionally, snagging at a nearby pad of paper, drawing it away from all the other nuances he’d been building. Her comment was somewhat sobering; either that she’d continually lost friends, or that he’d somehow become the social one. He thought about Hadama or Alys, but with everyone gone or busy with their own notions, perhaps the list was shorter than he'd thought.
Ceasing from a frown, he moved back into her orbit, sliding a few names down to send letters or see on a natural occurrence – those like Kiada, Ru, Remi, Ronin, and the like. “Sounds like torture,” he gave with a pout and pretense instead; more so the communal aspects than the information shared. “We could convert one of the guest rooms into another nursery. Erebos would probably enjoy an update to his room as well,” at which he gave an arch to his brow, looking back at her with thoughts and suggestions, inching towards the pragmatics in the interim of contentment.
Snorting at the spoiled comment, he lowered his mouth so that teeth lightly grazed her ear, before shifting away intentionally, snagging at a nearby pad of paper, drawing it away from all the other nuances he’d been building. Her comment was somewhat sobering; either that she’d continually lost friends, or that he’d somehow become the social one. He thought about Hadama or Alys, but with everyone gone or busy with their own notions, perhaps the list was shorter than he'd thought.
Ceasing from a frown, he moved back into her orbit, sliding a few names down to send letters or see on a natural occurrence – those like Kiada, Ru, Remi, Ronin, and the like. “Sounds like torture,” he gave with a pout and pretense instead; more so the communal aspects than the information shared. “We could convert one of the guest rooms into another nursery. Erebos would probably enjoy an update to his room as well,” at which he gave an arch to his brow, looking back at her with thoughts and suggestions, inching towards the pragmatics in the interim of contentment.
i rule the stars, not the other way around
