I know we need oranges but I brought lemons

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


as the conversation went on, he monitored it like a watchdog. yet his face hid the vigilance he felt, making sure fic didn't slip up & medusa didn't hint intents of aggression. who knew Érebos would find himself dealing with fic yet again. but here he stood, introducing his ex to his girlfriend. ballsy move, but Érebos was not one to shy from conflict. he was a polygamous brute, true and tried after widow. he carried the habit for himself to explore on his own.. and so far, so good.

as medusa spoke after fic, Érebos let them hash it out to become familiar with one another. his eyes glancing at both women as he stood back to let them do their girlish things. he appreciated fic's kinder nature and medusa's unbiased mindset. hopeful just hopefully, this would work in his favor. Érebos didn't have an answer yet for fic; meaning, no they hadn't been an item. rather, he accepted her back into his life. & whichever way this was to be expressed-, he simply did not know. unbeknownst to him were the intents fic had all on her own.. and the faces of medusa he had yet to become aware of. was it normal to hold a bomb?



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