As the chair slowed on its initial spinning run, Erebos listened. He liked the puzzles – but always had the boxes, a reference picture, a point. He knew what it was supposed to be. He’d never had to build one from scratch, as if drawing the whole depiction out, then cutting it into shapes, and placing them all back together again. His nose wrinkled at the semblance of difficulty, realizing that was why so many letters came his father’s way, and how many times information spread far and wise. It was as if all the leaders and others were striving to put the riddles together, starting from the foundation. “Huh, well,” he started, because he didn’t know where else to go from there.
But then his father just suddenly nodded off, and while Erebos felt that fighting pang of a massive yawn heading his way, he’d never seen his dad instantly veer into slumber. Sure, they’d all had their fair share of naps on the couch in the way that sleep snuck up on them all – but –
The explanation should’ve been enough. And he’d let it be, for now. “She’s awful fussy,” he said with a coy grin, getting down from the seat so he could clamber over to the Sword’s. “Glad I was never like that.” Then he settled on the arm of Deimos’s chair, a decision firmly made and cast, because some innocent part of him hated to see the way matters would drag the Warden straight into maelstroms without a care, without a thought, as if he’d always have to stand in the middle of it. “Okay. What do you have so far?”
But then his father just suddenly nodded off, and while Erebos felt that fighting pang of a massive yawn heading his way, he’d never seen his dad instantly veer into slumber. Sure, they’d all had their fair share of naps on the couch in the way that sleep snuck up on them all – but –
The explanation should’ve been enough. And he’d let it be, for now. “She’s awful fussy,” he said with a coy grin, getting down from the seat so he could clamber over to the Sword’s. “Glad I was never like that.” Then he settled on the arm of Deimos’s chair, a decision firmly made and cast, because some innocent part of him hated to see the way matters would drag the Warden straight into maelstroms without a care, without a thought, as if he’d always have to stand in the middle of it. “Okay. What do you have so far?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
