erebos held a great fascination for shinjiro's hair, always at some point or another finding his hands drifting towards the dark strands without much, if any, cognisance at all. the reason behind the fixation was unbeknownst to him and, to be perfectly honest, insigificant. perhaps it was his adoration for the shade that so remarkably mimicked the shadows he so lovingly took to, or perhaps it was due to who the set of hair was attached to. needless to say, in the peace of the night and the comfort of his beloved by his side, thus was where erebos found his hand again, combing through shinjiro's hair and simply allowing for his hand to be entirely enveloped in the dark strands.
it was in the middle of the night that a thought had randomly come to him, one that was an idea first initiated by one of his children. ❛ i'm sure you've already asked him of it, father, ❜ hypnos had begun earlier that day with his head tilted to the side. ❛ but why is it that your dearest has chosen not to become one of us? ❜
all erebos could do was stare blankly back at his son. in truth, it was a thought that had escaped him, a lapse in consideration given the insignificance of it in his mind. he had been divine since the day of his conception, and that was eons ago soon after the birth of Mother Earth herself; he was more than accustomed to his godhead, barely paid attention to it for more than a handful of weeks at a time. how was he to remember that the circumstances were not the same for the one he's long considered to be his other half, a part of him in all possible aspects?
and so, the question he posed to his beloved lacked the same weight in his voice that the words most certainly carried. his tone was airy and whimsical; truth be told, what was presently at the forefront of his consciousness was his fascination for shinjiro's hair. ❝ would you ever want to be a god? ❞ // erebos, for jun @orphicsms