PHOBOS (King of Beasts)

Sunflower

"Deimos!" I shriek my heart beating within the bounds of my chest. My stomach turns and twists within itself but in a good way. One that I truly enjoy.

"Theia, hold tight." Deimos warns from behind me his words chuckled out in a teasing way.

"Are you laughing? You both are laughing yes?" I scream again as I am pushed to go higher.

Cronus tries to hold and control his bubbling laughter along with Deimos by his side. They do find my reactions quite amusing.

"No, we are not Theia. Why would we? Push her harder." Cronus utters to ease my playful anger but whispers his last words to Deimos showing him his sibling evilness that often comes out to play.

Luna Aphrodite requested some wolves to build us a private swing to play on back in their castle's garden. It's rods plunge deep into the mud which helps us to ride it with ease. Better than using the swing tied to the tree which we have back in my pack. This is sturdier and I can soar further.

Deimos paying heed to my brother's words adds vigour propelling me further whilst I fly high meeting directly with the brightness of the sun. Shutting my eyes to its blinding rays feeling the soft breeze kissing my flesh I indulge in it.

"Theia. It is my turn now. Your time is up." Deimos mutters letting my swing free as the pace swiftly begins to slow down and my legs land upon the grass floor.

"What? You said five minutes it has probably been three! Not fair." I look back at him glaring, my eyes on fire. He had his turn already and he pushed me briskly to get my turn over with.

"We made a deal. You must abide by it." Deimos replies with a shrug walking around preparing to take my seat.

"B-But I- Deimos please. Just a few more pushes. You get to play with this swing whenever you wish I merely come once a month." I plead my truth with a small frown.

"Theia, I cannot use it as well. I train all the time and the only time I get to play on it with no interruptions is when you two come over." And he speaks his truth.

A small whine leaves my lips as I look up at him from beneath my lashes. Just a few more minutes! I adore how Deimos pushes the swing for it is better than Cronus. My brother tends to be slow and cautious which bores me to death. I need Deimos behind me for only a few minutes more that's all!

"That won't work on me Theia. I am not Pho-" Deimos begins but is stopped halfway by his brother.

"Deimos." His low deep voice breaks through our bickering bounding our attention as it is quickly directed at him. Phobos reads a book leaning upon the closest tree bark as always. He calls his brother whilst his eyes are glued to the words that lie within the pages. "Let her play more." He says whilst his fingers turn to the next page.

"But brother it is my turn." Deimos protests.

Phobos finally looks up meeting Deimos's eyes and offers him a swift flash of fang with a low vibrating growl booming from his chest. A warning he gives him. "Spare her a minute and you can take a minute extra on that swing." He concludes waiting patiently for his brother's reply indirectly daring him to go against his words.

Deimos opens his mouth as if he wishes to say something but sighs closing his eyes. "Fine. Fine, she can have another minute." Phobos goes back to his reading the matter solved with ease.

I giggle with success happy that I acquired what I wished twisting around settling back into the seat. I hold my breath ready waiting for him to begin.

"Ready Theia?" Cronus questions.

"Ready!" I roar my right hand pumped into the air. As soon as I utter my words Deimos gives a thorough forceful push using all his strength.