where I save you and you save me
In hindsight, Deimos might have thought Erebos a little too bold in his attempts. He could’ve pulled him back sooner. He might not have encouraged the audacity. But then again; he was there, his son was safe, and six bites of jerky weren’t going to ruin any of the animals’ abilities to fend for themselves once they departed. However, the sudden glance between fox and boy, and then the panic in his son’s eyes, ensured he’d pulled the lad back, into his arms, and away as the creature refused to yield, evade, or escape – sitting there on the rock with them, all its flightiness gone, long ivory tail wagging.
Glancing back and forth between Erebos and the creature, his brows furrowed. “What is wrong? What happened?” Except, Deimos likely knew; he’d had the same circumstances years and years before – with a peryton who’d seen an opportunity and taken it.
Glancing back and forth between Erebos and the creature, his brows furrowed. “What is wrong? What happened?” Except, Deimos likely knew; he’d had the same circumstances years and years before – with a peryton who’d seen an opportunity and taken it.
Deimos
and we save each other over and over, a hundred times, endlessly
