He should’ve known Deimos wouldn’t just let him win – he couldn’t recall any story he’d heard where his father had simply caved in when it came to amusements or battles or anything in between. It’d be easier that way, maybe, when the youth realized he wouldn’t be able to acquire anything and everything based on bloodlines or simply wanting it. Still, it didn’t bother him much, though he blew a raspberry as the wobbly little frozen particles were eventually obliterated under a much higher power.
At the suggestion, he turned his gaze back to the Sword’s, eyes lighting up once more. “Ooh, yeah! I have to show mom and Amham too!” Standing upright again, emboldened once more by the range of possibilities and inquiries and everything else muddled in his mind, his grin enveloped his features, sharp and bright. With his hand reaching out to his father’s, he tugged him along, already trying to drag him towards the house. “And thanks,” he whispered, giving a wink, before they could hasten off.
[FIN]
At the suggestion, he turned his gaze back to the Sword’s, eyes lighting up once more. “Ooh, yeah! I have to show mom and Amham too!” Standing upright again, emboldened once more by the range of possibilities and inquiries and everything else muddled in his mind, his grin enveloped his features, sharp and bright. With his hand reaching out to his father’s, he tugged him along, already trying to drag him towards the house. “And thanks,” he whispered, giving a wink, before they could hasten off.
[FIN]
erebos
and then we dream so much
