Bridges We Built

it was peaceful and serene- a stark contrast from his internal inferno. it was too new here, too much of a difference from home. it left a distaste in his mouth how everyone continued on like the machine dogs they were. ears splayed, reflecting his often conflicted state of being. enyo spoke about peace. if only he could relate. he craved for screams and pain, anything to take him away from the present moment. "yes." he lied, sighing as his large chest heaved. Érebos bothered him much these day, complaining that he spent his days alone and too far from insomnia. he never did make a den there. "and how is everyone there? the queen, do you find her easy going?" or easy to control.
he wasn't filled in and frankly, he didn't need to be. zephyros found meaning elsewhere-, far from his siblings, fighting for them in his own way. his own display of love was twisted and manipulated by Nike. his mind going back to the first moment he ever called her "mama". his pupils shrunk then, having to subtly snap out of it as he noticed enyo asked him question. "pardon." he growled lowly, tense as he shifted his weight- attention resurfacing. it was obvious something bothered him but he gulped it down. "I don't sleep much." he admitted, concise words leaving his dark lips, red eyes darting ahead as he watched the horizon with vigilance and distrust.


"talk" - "think"