Deimos
The Sword permitted his observations to take over, instead of the machinations waiting to emerge in the back of his mind. Leaving them for another time, he arched a brow as Amhran seemed to dismiss the meat portions entirely, not a surprise, and then seemed shocked and surprised by the rumblings thereafter. While Erebos kicked and flailed, Deimos rocked him lightly in his arms, pondering over how many other natural circumstances and occasions there would be that mystified and perturbed. Sometimes all those notions were taken for granted in childhood – the distinct wonder and curiosity unfurling in question after question, or drawn, inherent instincts.
“Drinking too,” he murmured in return. “Would you be able to recognize if you were thirsty?” Plants snagged at the nutrients and water in the soil, as well as making their own sugars and foods – humans could only do that to a certain degree, and tilting his head, he began to ponder if Amhran would be able to hone it in as a man, rather than vegetation.
Lifting Erebos once more so the child let out a contented squeal, Deimos smiled and snagged at the jerky as he walked back into the kitchen, following through on those thoughts to grab hold of some glasses and water, and returning in time to hear Evie’s inquiry; an answer he wanted to hear as well.
“Drinking too,” he murmured in return. “Would you be able to recognize if you were thirsty?” Plants snagged at the nutrients and water in the soil, as well as making their own sugars and foods – humans could only do that to a certain degree, and tilting his head, he began to ponder if Amhran would be able to hone it in as a man, rather than vegetation.
Lifting Erebos once more so the child let out a contented squeal, Deimos smiled and snagged at the jerky as he walked back into the kitchen, following through on those thoughts to grab hold of some glasses and water, and returning in time to hear Evie’s inquiry; an answer he wanted to hear as well.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
