P3S

You always did have someone for me to meet, didn't you? Just don't be a nuisance inside my home. I'm not sure if I'm even supposed to have... Visitors unannounced.

[You will find them endearing, I am sure.]

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Her eyes widened, tightened grip on her book. She nodded weakly and looked back at her book, sweating, but not from heat. From fear.

It was for the better she understood the message and looked away, otherwise she would've been able to see a familiar plushie under Perseus' coat, barely visible if you were facing him the right way. Untouched except for a new stitching in it's back, something definitely on the inside. How did he get that? He had his ways.

She couldn't help it. She looked back over, side eyeing him. She tried to act like she wasn't, but she just couldn't help it. She slightly sat up, putting her parasol in the sand to share her glasses more so they seemed tinted, trying to get a better look at him.

His hands couldn't help but trail over the fake fur of the stuffed animal, like a father passing his fingers through their child's hair, absentmindedly. The ocean was fairly calming all things aside, and it was a sight he had missed for a long while. Sadly the only companion with him was the memory of who he thought he loved.

He didn't respond at first, rather looked at her through the corner of her eyes. Now, his hand began to wrap around the animal's neck, the affection one would have for a child turning into discreet anger. Anger for raising a life that turned out wrong, distant, unrecognizable. Sometimes, in a parent's life, you would stand by their bed in the middle of the night. A thought would pop in, like a flash of another life, in which he deprived his dear creature of air. The child would seem afraid, unsure on who to beg for salvation, not knowing what exactly happened between them. Did they blame themselves after seeing their father as the last thing on earth, after their final breath? He dismissed the idea.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Her eyes widened, tightened grip on her book. She nodded weakly and looked back at her book, sweating, but not from heat. From fear.

It was for the better she understood the message and looked away, otherwise she would've been able to see a familiar plushie under Perseus' coat, barely visible if you were facing him the right way. Untouched except for a new stitching in it's back, something definitely on the inside. How did he get that? He had his ways.

She couldn't help it. She looked back over, side eyeing him. She tried to act like she wasn't, but she just couldn't help it. She slightly sat up, putting her parasol in the sand to share her glasses more so they seemed tinted, trying to get a better look at him.

His hands couldn't help but trail over the fake fur of the stuffed animal, like a father passing his fingers through their child's hair, absentmindedly. The ocean was fairly calming all things aside, and it was a sight he had missed for a long while. Sadly the only companion with him was the memory of who he thought he loved.

He didn't respond at first, rather looked at her through the corner of her eyes. Now, his hand began to wrap around the animal's neck, the affection one would have for a child turning into discreet anger. Anger for raising a life that turned out wrong, distant, unrecognizable. Sometimes, in a parent's life, you would stand by their bed in the middle of the night. A thought would pop in, like a flash of another life, in which he deprived his dear creature of air. The child would seem afraid, unsure on who to beg for salvation, not knowing what exactly happened between them. Did they blame themselves after seeing their father as the last thing on earth, after their final breath? He dismissed the idea.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Her eyes widened, tightened grip on her book. She nodded weakly and looked back at her book, sweating, but not from heat. From fear.

It was for the better she understood the message and looked away, otherwise she would've been able to see a familiar plushie under Perseus' coat, barely visible if you were facing him the right way. Untouched except for a new stitching in it's back, something definitely on the inside. How did he get that? He had his ways.

She couldn't help it. She looked back over, side eyeing him. She tried to act like she wasn't, but she just couldn't help it. She slightly sat up, putting her parasol in the sand to share her glasses more so they seemed tinted, trying to get a better look at him.

His hands couldn't help but trail over the fake fur of the stuffed animal, like a father passing his fingers through their child's hair, absentmindedly. The ocean was fairly calming all things aside, and it was a sight he had missed for a long while. Sadly the only companion with him was the memory of who he thought he loved.

He didn't respond at first, rather looked at her through the corner of her eyes. Now, his hand began to wrap around the animal's neck, the affection one would have for a child turning into discreet anger. Anger for raising a life that turned out wrong, distant, unrecognizable. Sometimes, in a parent's life, you would stand by their bed in the middle of the night. A thought would pop in, like a flash of another life, in which he deprived his dear creature of air. The child would seem afraid, unsure on who to beg for salvation, not knowing what exactly happened between them. Did they blame themselves after seeing their father as the last thing on earth, after their final breath? He dismissed the idea.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Her eyes widened, tightened grip on her book. She nodded weakly and looked back at her book, sweating, but not from heat. From fear.

It was for the better she understood the message and looked away, otherwise she would've been able to see a familiar plushie under Perseus' coat, barely visible if you were facing him the right way. Untouched except for a new stitching in it's back, something definitely on the inside. How did he get that? He had his ways.

She couldn't help it. She looked back over, side eyeing him. She tried to act like she wasn't, but she just couldn't help it. She slightly sat up, putting her parasol in the sand to share her glasses more so they seemed tinted, trying to get a better look at him.

His hands couldn't help but trail over the fake fur of the stuffed animal, like a father passing his fingers through their child's hair, absentmindedly. The ocean was fairly calming all things aside, and it was a sight he had missed for a long while. Sadly the only companion with him was the memory of who he thought he loved.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Her eyes widened, tightened grip on her book. She nodded weakly and looked back at her book, sweating, but not from heat. From fear.

It was for the better she understood the message and looked away, otherwise she would've been able to see a familiar plushie under Perseus' coat, barely visible if you were facing him the right way. Untouched except for a new stitching in it's back, something definitely on the inside. How did he get that? He had his ways.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.

Just staring. She just stares. And stares at him from behind her glasses.

Like he could feel her eyes, his eyes were drawn to her. There's no emotion in them, not even hatred. Just cruel indifference. Reading her up and down, he glanced back at the ocean, though he revealed a hidden gun underneath his coat to her. A warning for his... A warning for Ena.

Why would Perseus go to an event full of people who actively hated him? To taunt them with his presence? To kill them? Who knew. The facts were that he showed himself, not wearing a swimsuit, but not going too dressed so he wouldn't have a heatstroke. Silently, ignoring everyone there to sit by the sand. Far, though keeping an eye on them. Just in case. Not like they could do anything to him, he just wanted to have some space.