Deimos
Patient as ever, he waited on the heels of her elaborations; grin already forming again in the corners of his mouth. Good could mean any number of things, and while fully aware of her predilection towards mauling (a similar, shared, family trait; races not withstanding), he couldn’t help but laugh at the sentiments of ‘boring’ him. “With Fox and Danta around?” He’d just had a fire throwing match with the latter last season; the presumption that either of them couldn’t keep her wholly entertained was met with a wrinkle to his nose and the low rumble of his chuckle.
But she wanted the news foremost regardless, and given how long he’d already kept it, thinking it best reserved for present company rather than letter, his smile turned soft, juvenile. “Evie is expecting again. Later this season.” Pausing, because it’d been a little while since they’d last met, he persisted, tilting his head vaguely, the contentment pervading through his frame; naught apprehensive or withdrawn. “And Erebos aged himself up at a shrine – though not by much. So do let me know if you are ever interested in babysitting.”
Before the conversation could turn more amusing, there was the sharp pitch of a scream. Glancing upwards, as anyone would do, his eyes narrowed, stance immediately guarded, ready, fervent for some distant fray, when the streak of lightning bit through the sky. Swearing he was seeing things, though this was Caido, so perhaps it was all the more likely, he could’ve almost drawn a face in the afterburn of lightning and wails. “Lovely,” he rumbled, distinctly sarcastic and dry.
But she wanted the news foremost regardless, and given how long he’d already kept it, thinking it best reserved for present company rather than letter, his smile turned soft, juvenile. “Evie is expecting again. Later this season.” Pausing, because it’d been a little while since they’d last met, he persisted, tilting his head vaguely, the contentment pervading through his frame; naught apprehensive or withdrawn. “And Erebos aged himself up at a shrine – though not by much. So do let me know if you are ever interested in babysitting.”
Before the conversation could turn more amusing, there was the sharp pitch of a scream. Glancing upwards, as anyone would do, his eyes narrowed, stance immediately guarded, ready, fervent for some distant fray, when the streak of lightning bit through the sky. Swearing he was seeing things, though this was Caido, so perhaps it was all the more likely, he could’ve almost drawn a face in the afterburn of lightning and wails. “Lovely,” he rumbled, distinctly sarcastic and dry.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
