#phobos 02

“All you have to do is touch it right…here…”

Phobos said carefully putting Thanatos’ finger on the trigger of a rifle, fixing his position to better cheat and line up the shot, a strong hand on his back shoulder blade so he would be ready for the recoil. “Now pull it back– hold tight and let’s see you win me $100 from your dad.”

Thanatos did as he was told, feeling a bit of a thrill he hadn’t expected at the prospect of shooting a gun...and a sort of nervous excitement at doing something so out of sorts for a man like him ( all in the name of scientific inquiry of course.  The god knew all about guns and bullets as far as what they did to human body--why shouldn’t he know what it felt like to shoot one? ) But Phobos’s strong hand on his back, surprisingly delicate given who he was and what he did, was oddly reassuring and calming to Thanatos.