We’re not Building a Snowman FB3 || Phobos&Khione
There were so few the Phobos allowed his fun side to show for. He was always reserved, a soldier in every decision he made-- frightening almost ninety percent of the time. But to those who always managed to earn some semblance of respect in the angry God he couldn’t help but peel back those more secret layers about himself and sometimes in turn-- see some from the other as well. That was the building block of earning his loyalty. In considering under the need for labels how you became a ‘friend’ to someone as difficult as the pair of them. Just don’t go asking or assuming such things required that title unless you felt like enduring the wrath or cold shoulder of both.
Phobos and Khione had met in New York after a loud spat over spilled coffee if he recalled. He can’t retain those memories, as the realization had the pair grinning and rolling their eyes with more heated words than was necessary. Today wasn’t suppose to be anything serious. But again-- with them it always revved to that height. They weren’t playing in the snow as adults to build a fucking snowman like a bunch of bratty little kids.
No. This was fucking war.
Phobos had a wall of snow packed tightly, rolling a snowball into his gloved hands to add to his ammunition pile. He was eying her across the yard, his nose red-- and his winter hat crooked along his mop of long hair.
“Today you die!” he shouted without filter, though a playfulness barely hinted to his tone. “How many bruises will you end up with? I am betting at least twelve-- Hundred bucks on it?”
