holidays bring out cousins you never even knew

he just knew his snobby sister played on his insecurities. she got under his skin like no one else could. he hoped she wouldn't mess this up for him; his chance to prove himself in a new land. she'd keep quiet about his embarrassing drunk stories, right? he clenched his jaw, masking his fret perfectly as he continued behind the warlord and beside his almost snickering sister.

enyo mentioned then that if they felt threatened by this land, then maybe they weren't fit for this mission. quickly, Kostas chimed in, "Να είστε βέβαιοι ότι είμαστε κατάλληλοι για αυτό. Θα ξεπεράσουμε τις προσδοκίες. Εγώ και η Ευδώρα(Rest assured we are fit for this. We will exceed the expectations. Me and Eudora)." and that was the truth; these cunning twins were good in their arts, though vastly different. in a sense, Kostas was excited to rise to the top. and he knew Eudora was too.

when eudora steps in mud, he sighed, disgusted with it as she shakes. he growls softly before saying, "Πρόσεχέ με(watch out for me).." but it seems their complaints were cut short by the edgy voice of enyo. yet again, she speaks of honor.. duty.. the shit he already knew after hearing years of it being sputtered from elders with wine scented breath. he refused the initial urge to roll his eyes, giving a nod of abidance instead to enyo.

as Kostas and Eudora remain before Érebos now, the brute listens to his rather deep voice. understanding it with a stoic face before he gives another nod of mindless compliance. he knew the structure of his family well. he expected it to be no different from Cyprus. but his attention is pulled at the sound of drinks- it giving way to a slow wag from his tail and a quirk of his left brow. he didn't know Érebos was fun! "How considerate of you, Érebos. I am grateful for the warm welcome and efforts." kpstas spoke genuinely, appreciating the homecoming. with that, he went to his den, walking to the left one behind Érebos as he sniffed- making himself accustomed to it by scent and visuals. he looked then at the rather large wine bottle placed upon soft pelts, smiling at the elegant taste Érebos clearly had.



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