everything I let go
Concentration a requirement had never been easy for Erebos, but he strived anyway, furrowing his brows and watching as Deimos captured a piece of the sky. It dazzled and reflected from the jar, before it was lifted away, and the boy would have to imagine the reflective glow; just enough to keep him enamored, goaded, and emboldened into striving for himself.
Inching closer to the edge, and certain Deimos wouldn’t let him fall into the rushing, cold stream, he studied the water, the mirror images of the darkened abyss. “Maybe one of those,” and he pointed to an aurora, the blinding hues snagged by the visage to look warped and regal all the same. Crawling outward so that he laid on his stomach, he lowered the jar into the brook, feeling the cold mingle over his hands, but that was all right, because then the water was sliding into the container, filling the vessel with its professed light.
Inching closer to the edge, and certain Deimos wouldn’t let him fall into the rushing, cold stream, he studied the water, the mirror images of the darkened abyss. “Maybe one of those,” and he pointed to an aurora, the blinding hues snagged by the visage to look warped and regal all the same. Crawling outward so that he laid on his stomach, he lowered the jar into the brook, feeling the cold mingle over his hands, but that was all right, because then the water was sliding into the container, filling the vessel with its professed light.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
