You sort the tunes and I'll bring the beers
He was not happy, that was evident from both the sour expression on his face and the stiff way he held himself. Helios had agreed that perhaps it was time that they put the family’s hostility towards the Destructions behind them but he didn’t have to be happy about it; more so he didn’t want to be there to do it. Still Hercules had requested his presence and he wasn’t going to say no; he was the second in command and he supposed since he was the only remaining Olympus who held animosity towards the family he needed to be there as a gesture of good faith. They approached the packlands and Helios did his best to lose some of the tension, some of the hostility from his expression; though his movements were still stilted. His son would move towards a woman he vaguely recognized from their confrontation and the russet man would hang back, casting a glance at those wolves around him, most of whom were complete strangers. |
