Loud footfalls and giggles, a cacophony of sound, followed where the youth trekked; the guard nearby had long since given up the chase and shrugged his shoulders as the boy turned towards his father’s office. If Deimos had come here to be left undisturbed, that had been a mistake from the beginning, for there was no true evasion. Not from Erebos, anyway, or so he’d like to think.
Bulldozing his way in without bothering to knock, he granted a triumphant “Hey Dad!” before actually looking at his father. Head in hands, pouring over several documents. That in itself wasn’t very peculiar – the Sword could be found in such regards at any hour of the day. Something seemed off though, but he couldn’t quite trace over the foundations or why. “Was it the ningo again?” to make light work of any serious matters, tilting his head slightly as he rounded over to the desk to perhaps catch any of the words. “One of the messengers gave me this,” and he placed another letter to coincide with the rest in a neat pile, swallowing down an emotion he couldn’t name and summoning his brightest smile.
Bulldozing his way in without bothering to knock, he granted a triumphant “Hey Dad!” before actually looking at his father. Head in hands, pouring over several documents. That in itself wasn’t very peculiar – the Sword could be found in such regards at any hour of the day. Something seemed off though, but he couldn’t quite trace over the foundations or why. “Was it the ningo again?” to make light work of any serious matters, tilting his head slightly as he rounded over to the desk to perhaps catch any of the words. “One of the messengers gave me this,” and he placed another letter to coincide with the rest in a neat pile, swallowing down an emotion he couldn’t name and summoning his brightest smile.
erebos
and then we dream so much
