PHOBOS (King of Beasts)

No Lies

"Phobos." I whisper trying to gain the attention of the one gives me none. His eyebrows scrunched down to light up a frown on his face whilst he is engrossed in the book that bounds him under its spell. A spell I cannot seem to wake him from no matter my tries.

My eyes closing shut with my surging annoyance I shuffle closer to his warmth. Nudging him with my shoulder. "Phobos?" I call out to him trying for the sixth time. What is it with this book that he cannot even spare me an ounce of attention? Afterall I visit just to see him and this merely happens once a month.

"Hmm." He hums as a reply, his thumb pressing into the flimsy paper flipping to the next page. His eyes widen slightly as though the story caught him off guard. Perhaps a twist, perhaps a cliffhanger.

Thrusting my fingers into his locks capturing the thick strands I tug on it, his head leaning towards me as I pull him by his hair. He has gotten so used to my antics that nothing surprises him. He allows me to play with it as if it does not hurt when I yank.

Glaring at him from beneath my lashes wishing to burn that book which consumes him. The wheels held within my mind turn forming up a plan for my next trial. Another one to get him to play with me. Chewing on my lower lip waiting for the light bulb to switch on, it quickly comes to my aid giving me a hint, rather an easy idea of action.

Swiftly getting up dusting my bum I squint my eyes searching for my partner in crime. The strong rays of the sun point it to me with ease. A rock with sharp edges, it stands alight among others calling out to me to grab it as my chosen one.

Giving myself a curt nod of determination I prepare to put my plan into action. Taking my stance my back hunched eyes low I take a slow deep breath calming my beating heart.

The bell in my mind rings and I run. As fast as possible despite the short distance. I run in a way as if I were bored and am merely playing. On reaching the rock I twist my ankle purposely so my body loses balance and it indeed does with perfection. Falling on the ground my hands break my fall, making sure to do so by the rock so he can know what did it.

A high pitched whine leaves my lips followed by low sorrowful whimpers from the base of my chest as if my fall is unbearable. I manipulate my whimpers into painful ones. This would definitely get his attent-

The book is thrown aside swiftly with no hesitation and Phobos turns to me immediately eyes serious and cautious whilst he quickly scans every inch of my flesh. His steps are quick as if he were a ghost, silent and fast. My eyes widen with the number of seconds it takes for him to reach me.

"What happened? How did you fall?" He questions taking my hand in his gently pressing his thumb into my wrist checking my pulse. Is he checking if I am unwell or have no energy? Perhaps he thinks I was about to faint. His deep concern swoops us in a warm bubble and I try to burst out of it with my might.

"I-I...-" I stutter like the idiot I am. I will get into trouble for this. His seriousness tells me so. "T-The rock." I point my trembling finger to the sharp rock that lays on the ground screaming its innocence.

His fingertips trail down my legs and hands feeling my flesh with the heat of his palms searching for bleeding or bruises. Eyes concerned, lips with a downward frown, his upsetness on open display. A cut has indeed been formed on my elbow that now begins to bleed down my forearm.

"Haven't I told you not be so clumsy, Theia? You need to observe your surroundings first." He says his voice stern and reprimanding.

He picks up the rock flipping it over and side to side weighing its mass with sharp eyes. Maybe I should have thought over my failing plan. He is definitely going to see through my act.