everything I let go
The assurances came, as they often did, and Erebos listened instead of beginning another appeal or complaint. His brows furrowed into a juvenile scrunch of movement and motion, his father’s hand surrounding his as they made their way further into the midst of greenery and the sharp breeze. No expectations laden upon his tiny shoulders, save for maybe a few that he’d be fully capable of, until maybe the novelty wore off or he’d come to love and adore this sibling just as much as he did with Amhran. “Was I loud?” he offered at first with a teasing tilt to his grin, as if this was a past tense motion and not the current, ongoing present. “But I can do that, I think,” solidified with a residual nod, a whisper of those convictions.
Then they were at the brook, and the sentiments, worries, passed through into the ether. For now, anyway, until the baby arrived. His eyes roamed from stone to icy outcroppings on embankments, or parts where they’d melted away from the sun’s rays; a change from when they’d visited and grabbed offerings for Safrin. “Okay, where do we go?”
Then they were at the brook, and the sentiments, worries, passed through into the ether. For now, anyway, until the baby arrived. His eyes roamed from stone to icy outcroppings on embankments, or parts where they’d melted away from the sun’s rays; a change from when they’d visited and grabbed offerings for Safrin. “Okay, where do we go?”
Erebos
has claw marks on it
