everything I let go
Glancing down at the vessels, all lined up neatly and capturing the essence of Safrin’s blessings from the sky, he hesitated at the inquiry. What if they were perfect just the way they were? All Erebos knew of Safrin were moments in his parents’ arms, his father’s tales of her benevolence, of his loyalty, the stretch of her grace across Halo and Torchline –
Ah, so he did know better.
Laughing at himself, he nodded, his grin breaking out over everything else. He supposed if he were a god, he’d want everyone to know him too – the power, the potential, the prowess, right down to every glorifying edge. “Yeah. What about charms or something?” Embedded along the top of the containers, perhaps, over lids and enamel.
Ah, so he did know better.
Laughing at himself, he nodded, his grin breaking out over everything else. He supposed if he were a god, he’d want everyone to know him too – the power, the potential, the prowess, right down to every glorifying edge. “Yeah. What about charms or something?” Embedded along the top of the containers, perhaps, over lids and enamel.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
