everything I let go
Erebos was well versed in watching the way his father’s magic worked. He’d seen fire unfurl and life drain silently, stealthily, pierce into the depths, water be contorted from nothing, and hosts upon hosts more. It always trickled into his aspirations, to hold the seemingly endless bounty the Sword contained, to have those pulses of incantations rampant through his blood too. So his smile swept upwards again, grin ebullient and young, as he watched Deimos create within singular breaths. Stars, constellations, galaxies, and cosmos, all beckoned from his hand; made to reflect the sky like he could catch it all on his own.
He reached out to touch a few when they were done – always expecting them to somehow flicker away, no longer be in place – then they’d still maintain their tangible shape just the same. “Perfect!” He declared when he was done soaking in the awe, looking up at his dad with all the innocence and persistence of juvenile qualities; that there were no limitations in the wake of the world. “On the way home, can you tell me another Safrin story?” Maybe one of the depictions riddled along the containers, as he grabbed hold of two in his hands, desperate and eager to help as the companions began to shift, understanding the next destination.
He reached out to touch a few when they were done – always expecting them to somehow flicker away, no longer be in place – then they’d still maintain their tangible shape just the same. “Perfect!” He declared when he was done soaking in the awe, looking up at his dad with all the innocence and persistence of juvenile qualities; that there were no limitations in the wake of the world. “On the way home, can you tell me another Safrin story?” Maybe one of the depictions riddled along the containers, as he grabbed hold of two in his hands, desperate and eager to help as the companions began to shift, understanding the next destination.
Erebos
has claw marks on it
