everything I let go
He watched the container fill; innocent, unaware, concentrating solely on his task, so when his father murmured, he did exactly as he was told. Rigid, he could only feel his heart beating through his chest, fast, rampant, wanting to glance upwards to see what was causing the Warden’s alarm – because he’d rarely heard it in his voice – but he did as he was told instead. Still and prone, hand clutching the jar, until the apology came across, and the moment seemed over.
Feeling Deimos lift him back and out of the stream’s range, he glanced at his vessel, then back at the Sword with wide eyes. “Well, I got it,” he gave a sheepish smile, the achievement there despite the panic, the feeling threading through his fingers, not certain how to put it into words, the experience intermingling in the shaking digits underneath, hidden in his gloves. “What was it?”
Feeling Deimos lift him back and out of the stream’s range, he glanced at his vessel, then back at the Sword with wide eyes. “Well, I got it,” he gave a sheepish smile, the achievement there despite the panic, the feeling threading through his fingers, not certain how to put it into words, the experience intermingling in the shaking digits underneath, hidden in his gloves. “What was it?”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
