[meeting] Talking about gods
06-21-2018, 07:09 PM
All that Zephyr could think about was that he was far too old to be dealing with this kind of bullshit. After all he and Caelum had endured, all they had achieved and lost in the course of their lives... were they truly remaining in a pack that had been bullied into a takeover? He'd already gotten a good idea what the Abraxas were like, though, despite running from them successfully once - was he willing to spend the rest of his days running? Staying put and letting Archon be slowly tortured by Caelestis was sounding like a far more appealing plan. Perhaps they could keep themselves busy by daydreaming of a way to infiltrate the family from the inside, but Zephyr knew quite well they were growing old and their days here were far shorter than he liked to think. He nearly snorted in amusement at his daughter's question, face contorting slightly. You get him, Cael. He'd have to praise her for that one later. Archon's response, though not the worst possible answer, didn't sit well with him. He (and his family) were rewarding Abaven for their random act of kindness by... literally just letting them live as they had, with the threat of being under the Abraxas family's control hanging over their heads. What a great fucking deal we got with this one. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, as it was taking everything in his power to not speak up. Self control had never been his strong suit, though, and he grumbled and cleared his throat. "What a kind offer you've given us," he spoke, his words so serious that it was hard to tell if he was being sarcastic or honest. He knew his wife would know and probably wring his neck for it later. "My deepest gratitude, Overseer Archon." A slow dip of his head followed his grating words before he forced himself into silence once again. |
