even a god-king can bleed
09-13-2014, 08:09 PM
Disbelief colored his features as he watched the descent into madness. The boy alternated between staring at Helios and Natalya like they'd each just grown a third eye. They were wrong. He was certain of it. Had he not had some kind of history with Charon, it's likely that the young Olympian wouldn't have felt so strongly about the situation, but as it stood he liked the brute. Nemesis was crushed at their rejection of him; being a slave was no better than being a stranger. On top of this, his emotions were already running high from the departure of his mother. More than anything else, he wished to be alone. Natalya would continue speaking and Nemesis, ever dutiful, would fix her with a sour expression. She had every right to his attention and so it would be given, but the boy was young enough that concealing his true feelings was out of the question. In fact, part of him wanted them all to know how he felt about it. His reply to her question was curt and to the point. In anger he refused to waste more words on her. "Antipeltast." "Speaking" Thinking |
