Deimos
He heard Erebos long before he entered the threshold, and snorted under his breath, capable of taking his eyes off the paper to shake his head and watch the youth come bounding in. “Ere’,” he rumbled, eyes narrowing a fraction as if striving to decipher actions before consequences. “What have you been up to?” Besides terrorizing a few soldiers, who’d he likely have to speak to before the day’s end.
That the child’s scrutiny landed upon the letters, and then another, was not lost on him. Each and every day seemed to be a battle to keep his children innocent and not ignorant; aware of situations without putting and placing them into life-altering dominions and dangers. This one in particular had already snagged at Amhran, and Deimos couldn’t be certain how far it would extend, not without everything wholly unknown. So instead of addressing it fully, he leaned back against his chair, pressed away from his desk and charcoal, granting his attention to the boy instead of the documents for the moment.
The simplicity of the inquiry permitted a laugh, lighter than he’d expected. “I wish. That would be much easier.” Leaning forward, he grabbed hold of the newest letter, opening it slowly and carefully, eyes going back and forth without unfurling any revelations – tucking them neatly away, under clenched jaws and contorted minds.
That the child’s scrutiny landed upon the letters, and then another, was not lost on him. Each and every day seemed to be a battle to keep his children innocent and not ignorant; aware of situations without putting and placing them into life-altering dominions and dangers. This one in particular had already snagged at Amhran, and Deimos couldn’t be certain how far it would extend, not without everything wholly unknown. So instead of addressing it fully, he leaned back against his chair, pressed away from his desk and charcoal, granting his attention to the boy instead of the documents for the moment.
The simplicity of the inquiry permitted a laugh, lighter than he’d expected. “I wish. That would be much easier.” Leaning forward, he grabbed hold of the newest letter, opening it slowly and carefully, eyes going back and forth without unfurling any revelations – tucking them neatly away, under clenched jaws and contorted minds.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
