where I save you and you save me
These were moments to cherish in between the parallels of ongoing duties and responsibilities. These were the tides he and Evie had set about in their progress and promises to one another; to find those idle seconds and sentiments that made every wound, every laceration, worth the pain, anguish, and sacrifice. Even if it was as simple as flying over to let his son see some frost foxes – before inevitable things like seasons’ changing, the press of another arriving into the family, the ongoing notions of what Halo required.
The youth’s excitement was a palpable thing, and more than once the thunderbird maintained his stoic prowess, smothering a smirk downward until they were on land and he could address his son properly. Taking hold of the bag, he shook his head, cast a warm smile and ensured the luxere hat stayed put, tying the ends around Erebos’ chin as he chattered on. “I have seen most by the brook,” hence the landing. “But we will have to be quiet.” Not so difficult for the Sword, but certainly an experiment for Erebos; arching a brow at the lad, waiting for likely appeal as they set about on fresh, green proportions.
The statement, rather than a question, gave him adequate pause, turning around to face the youth so his attention was properly commanded. A thousand inquiries and statements sought to ramble through his mind – portions like how he hadn’t known how to be a father until it happened (and hoping he wasn’t committing grievous errors upon those he raised). But rather than start on a speech, he settled himself and all the cautious waves in his mind – for the youth had seemed excited upon the announcement. Now though, he wasn’t certain. “What do you mean?”
The youth’s excitement was a palpable thing, and more than once the thunderbird maintained his stoic prowess, smothering a smirk downward until they were on land and he could address his son properly. Taking hold of the bag, he shook his head, cast a warm smile and ensured the luxere hat stayed put, tying the ends around Erebos’ chin as he chattered on. “I have seen most by the brook,” hence the landing. “But we will have to be quiet.” Not so difficult for the Sword, but certainly an experiment for Erebos; arching a brow at the lad, waiting for likely appeal as they set about on fresh, green proportions.
The statement, rather than a question, gave him adequate pause, turning around to face the youth so his attention was properly commanded. A thousand inquiries and statements sought to ramble through his mind – portions like how he hadn’t known how to be a father until it happened (and hoping he wasn’t committing grievous errors upon those he raised). But rather than start on a speech, he settled himself and all the cautious waves in his mind – for the youth had seemed excited upon the announcement. Now though, he wasn’t certain. “What do you mean?”
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
