Deimos
His brow quirked upwards, though he was incapable of hiding his smile at the notions of his son beating said soldier down the hallways, but also at the childish wonder of utilizing a spinning chair. Around and around Erebos went, clearly trying to bait, and Deimos unfurled a long sigh, glancing again at the words sprawled across the page. Dreams and sand, connections amongst jungles and monsters with faces – facets he couldn’t wholly describe to the youth without unfurling a multitude he didn’t yet understand himself. Nor would he, without some safeguard in place. It wouldn’t be like Erebos to take off on the chance of sprawling his way into curiosity and danger, but he didn’t put anything past the likes of his and Evie’s offspring. Willfulness and clever aspects, along with affability, could be a combination to monitor. “It is a bit like one of your puzzles,” he started, leaning against the back of the chair. “Except you do not have the picture on the box, so you are building from the small parts you know.” Right now, the background and layout might not have anything to do with one another, but the timing, the circumstances…
Suddenly, he could feel his head almost drop downward, chin going down as if intending to touch his chest. With a startled shake of his head he glanced around, gaze narrowing, that sharp alarm appearing in the back of his mind. “Sorry. Your sister kept us up at all hours last night.” As a reasonable excuse, he could fathom, save for it being remarkably like moments within the Peepholes.
Suddenly, he could feel his head almost drop downward, chin going down as if intending to touch his chest. With a startled shake of his head he glanced around, gaze narrowing, that sharp alarm appearing in the back of his mind. “Sorry. Your sister kept us up at all hours last night.” As a reasonable excuse, he could fathom, save for it being remarkably like moments within the Peepholes.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
