"Y-you can come if you'd like to." I tell Deimos, I would actually like him to come along. We could actually like him to come along. We culd spend some time together. Cronus snaps his head to me, while Deimos gives me a soft smile.
"Forgive me, my mate. I cannot do so I still have plenty to do with the preparations. Perhaps next time, so go on ahead." Deimos tells me as disappointment covers me. Nodding I follow after Cronus until Deimos voice booms acros the walls.
"RED." He speaks.
"What?" I ask him. Red? Red what?
"Get something in red. I love the color on you." He tells me while looking at the heat o my cheeks in response to his answer as he walks away.
The entire ride to the shops all I can think of is Deimos, does he finally want us to work? Does he finally think I am worthy? Can he see a future of us? Thoughts consume me but fly as Cronus parks the car with a sudden break, chest heaving and nails elongatin over the steering wheel.
