Erebos snorted and raised his little chin in mild sedition, but gave a wink, knowing he was caught outright. It’d been enough to get his father back into good humor, rather than stewing and brooding. “I mean…I guess.” Hard to refute when he’d been rampaging up and down the halls minutes before.
Regardless, he peered over the edges of the desk, glancing at the size, the documents, the piles of things needing to be accomplished. He could see why Deimos always wanted to escape. Not so much a prison, but an overbearing, overwhelming number of tasks to be completed, that seemed to never go away or diminish.
Wrinkling his nose at the aspects of responsibility, he still sat up straight and tall, as if a part of the incoming solution. He couldn’t read all the materials, but the synopsis the Sword granted gave him pause, little brows furrowing. He’d never been to the Peepholes, not yet anyway, but had heard enough stories that it was one of those mystical places. Monsters in the desert was practically normal. So was sand. “But aren’t dreams just made up? Like the one about my rabid teddy bear?”
Regardless, he peered over the edges of the desk, glancing at the size, the documents, the piles of things needing to be accomplished. He could see why Deimos always wanted to escape. Not so much a prison, but an overbearing, overwhelming number of tasks to be completed, that seemed to never go away or diminish.
Wrinkling his nose at the aspects of responsibility, he still sat up straight and tall, as if a part of the incoming solution. He couldn’t read all the materials, but the synopsis the Sword granted gave him pause, little brows furrowing. He’d never been to the Peepholes, not yet anyway, but had heard enough stories that it was one of those mystical places. Monsters in the desert was practically normal. So was sand. “But aren’t dreams just made up? Like the one about my rabid teddy bear?”
erebos
and then we dream so much
