even a god-king can bleed

*Nemesis* · 08-21-2014, 06:35 PM

The boy sank to his haunches and let his gaze play over the Olympians before resting it on his aunt. Why had she called? Was it because of his mom? The newest Olympians had been brought into the world amid a horror show that he hadn't known was possible. Really, it made him glad he wasn't a girl. In fact, he was almost willing to swear them off entirely to avoid seeing that again. All the squishy, oogly stuff that got squirted out with puppies and the blood? And the whole pooping on yourself thing? Nooooo thank you.

Nemesis shook his head, clearing away the nasty birth memories. It had been scary too, but he he was determined not to think of that side of it. As ugly as the squirty/poopy/bloody mess had been, the boy would much rather have faced that than been faced with the thought that his mother might die. The terror upon realizing that was possible, that she could die before his eyes, had lingered, haunting his waking moments. He didn't wish to think of death and yet, once more, it was pushed to the forefront of his mind.

Shifting his weight, Nemesis waited for the meeting to begin.

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