He'd take her miming with a roll of his eyes, but trust instilled too. He’d been immersed in wars and cataclysms for far too long to understand, to know, that a new child and an extension of family would be enough to present a dangling thread of a threat. There’d be no need for anyone to start unfurling it, piece by piece, unless they yearned to face his wrath, but still, he’d rather avoid it altogether.
He snagged at the name resounding further too, shaking his head and instilling it into webs of memory, or maybe names to glance and look up when he returned home. The water’s edge babbled on and so did the wraiths, though none were opting to close in for now, so he listened to the other prospects, though maybe his bark of laughter frightened them at her next round of statements. “Well, it has been a while since you wanted any involvement in politics.” Deimos wouldn’t blame her, often trying to avoid it himself, and being brought back into the fold regardless.
He snagged at the name resounding further too, shaking his head and instilling it into webs of memory, or maybe names to glance and look up when he returned home. The water’s edge babbled on and so did the wraiths, though none were opting to close in for now, so he listened to the other prospects, though maybe his bark of laughter frightened them at her next round of statements. “Well, it has been a while since you wanted any involvement in politics.” Deimos wouldn’t blame her, often trying to avoid it himself, and being brought back into the fold regardless.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
