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⟨ AVAN JOGIA. MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, ANTON GRANT is actually a descendent of H E R M E S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-FOUR year old ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING MAJOR from SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & UNRELIABLE.

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☊ ved singh

the son of hades graduates from eonia university with his medical degree. he finally, FINALLY, moves on from @eumaiken​ before that, though, and tries to be friends with her at least. after graduation, however, not a lot of people become privy to what becomes of him. the major rumor is that he’s moved to salem, massachusetts, where he’s joined the north shore medical center as one of its top doctors. whether that’s true or not remains to be seen, as ved singh has become elusive to most friends, even his own siblings. another possibly connected rumor? some say salem has suddenly found itself plagued with more than its fair share of supernatural goings-on. hmm... hmm, indeed.

ღ maddy desai

quite possibly the only one deserving of a happy ending, at least something more conclusive, maddy also graduates from eonia university with her psychology degree. she moves to hamburg, germany, where she establishes a pretty stable practice called decide wellness. the only interesting thing that has happened to her since is that time when two private detectives, both demigods, reach out to her for assistance in helping capture an international embezzler, also a demigod. that was her first and only time traveling to both rio de janeiro and istanbul.

◈ anton grant

anton, of course, will always be the unluckiest of the three. although he breezes through his electrical engineering major and even gets his minor in entomology, he returns to san francisco and comes across another vile villain he tries to steal from as an act of justice, only to get arrested and jailed, again, because his hubris gets the better of him, again. while in jail, the lovely lady he’s been seeing a lot gets preggo but leaves him, disappearing in thin air without so much as a note because he’s going to be a terrible father apparently. things don’t get any better once he gets out of there, too, as news of his late grandfather’s passing greets him. the only good news? the old man’s leaving him his pest control business in a sleepy town anton’s never even heard of. oh, well. at least a new life in maine’s better than staying in san fran, where people hate him. or is it? dun, dun, dun! 

shiloh: well look at us, two bugs. my, of the lady sort and you of the....ant sort.

shiloh: i don't doubt that for a second.

shiloh: probably because it's a good way to let out all your energy, either way, i'm honored to be joypills number one girl fan. i'm feeling good, sorry i was a little...loopy.

shiloh: i might've been a little bit of a mess, but i'm a supportive mess! so it was my pleasure.

anton: we sound made for each other, don't we? 😉

anton: don't be! i'm just glad you're feeling fine now and that you're all right.

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The moment they found themselves engaged in felt surreal, almost like something out of a dream. She was having an actual heart-to-heart with Anton Grant, and he was actually managing to behave like a normal person for the first time. She’d seen brief flashes of this Anton, but never enough to get a real feel for who he actually was beneath the charm and bravado. It appeared she may have accidentally stumbled across a soft spot, and it mirrored her own insecurities. She didn’t even mind it when he hopped up beside her in the budding camaraderie that was developing before her eyes. “It definitely is. And it’s crazy, but I always used to be so jealous of my friends at school who had siblings when we were kids. I though it must be so fun to have someone to play with all the time. No one ever warned me that siblings are assholes pretty much all the time.” She laughed in spite of herself, leaning back a little and letting her hair fall back over her shoulders. Maybe the Hermes house was more functional in their dysfunction than Aphrodite, but still, the unexpected compliment meant a lot. “Thanks, Anton. I’m–” As she watched, his eyes drifted closed, and she shifted away automatically. “What are you doing?”

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In the darkness, that he alone created, the son of Hermes could’ve sworn Carly was leaning in towards him, closing the gap between them, as if experiencing the same things, having something powerful in common, the warmth of which they were sharing on unspoken, non-physical terms, was guiding her lips to collide with his. Fortunately, he at least did not pucker them prematurely, waiting instead for that expected feeling to come first, the feeling of lips touching, his and hers, for free, but it didn’t. “Hmm?” Slowly, he opened one eye, looking around him briefly to gauge what was going on, but soon enough, both eyes widened in horror at the realization that he had read the entire situation incorrectly. Yikes. “Oh, uhh...” He tried to scramble for an acceptable answer, mentally running around as if he was trapped in a room with her, before feigning a cough. “...I was just taking the moment in.” Nice save, he thought to himself, congratulating himself for averting his own downfall, all without realizing that he had just blatantly licked his lips. “Anyway, yes, assholes. I mean, they can be annoying sometimes, sure, but they have your back most of the time. That’s the good thing about siblings, and family, you’re never really alone. For better or for worse.”

shiloh: i mean, when i was little i looked like a bug, but this girl once told me that ladybugs are cute so i just try to remember that.

shiloh: i can't argue with the fast fingers, but still, please...if you keep that up, my mouth won't be full of anything.

shiloh: btw, your set at the carnival was wicked.

anton: ladybugs are very cute. i love ladybugs. you can be my lady(bug).

anton: ...🥵. my mouth can keep your mouth company, though.

anton: oh, thanks! i'm really good at drums for some reason. how are you feeling now, btw? you good?

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Despite her general distaste for his behavior most of the time, Carly had to admit that Anton wasn’t really a bad person. In some ways they were all bound by the curses their parents had bestowed on them at birth under the guise of gifts, godly powers. Maybe he couldn’t help who he was, or maybe he just didn’t care enough to change, but no one could say that Anton Grant was heartless. She was taken aback to hear how much his words echoed her own thoughts. “Exactly,” she said, nodding. She kept talking, even though she wasn’t sure why. “I was an only child my whole life. I had siblings at camp and stuff, obviously, but at the end of the summer we’d all go home, and lose touch. I’ve never been surrounded by so much family all the time like this. I don’t think I’m doing a very good job.”

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Her revelation felt a little strange, though mostly familiar. Anton was more used to her criticizing him, spewing out the same antagonistic verbiage that he’d spew back, all to maintain the playful banter that served as the very bedrock of their relationship. Did he consider her as a friend? Of course. Maybe even more. She was, after all, the primary reason he ever goes to Polaris these days, the alcohol he considers too expensive for his taste, at least not worth wasting some otherwise much-needed cash over, and the idea of conning anyone all but a smokescreen to keep her from realizing that very fact. If it weren’t for their entertaining, at least to him it was, repartee, he’d much rather stay at home. “There’s a steep learning curve, my sister likes to tell me,” he chuckled, shaking his head at the memory as he walked closer to where she was, taking his place beside her, as if a part of him knew it would be much better than yelling his thoughts from far away. “Listen, I don’t know much about what goes on in the Aphrodite House, and apart from Noor, I’m not really that close with your siblings, but you’re here, you’re making the effort, and you’re trying your best. I’m sure they see that.” He knows the feeling all too well, often the technicalities find him lost and confused, but at the end of the day, he’s bonded to Hermes House, as she is to her house, and that’s all that really matters. “You’re doing great, Carly. Way better than me as Hermes RA, I’m sure. Your siblings are lucky to have you.” He offered her a warm smile...and then closed his eyes.

she smiled as she noticed the others smile and felt the embarrassment she felt in the beginning start to melt away. ella was the type of person to only need a simple smile to start gain some comfort in a conversation. she was straightening her papers when the boy had complimented her name.  “ why thank you. i tend to enjoy it. though, i do believe anton is equally as nice. ” she smiled. “ yes, i’ve worked there for awhile now. but yeah, santi did worked there i believe. so, i think you are remembering correctly. ” she nodded thinking back she didn’t remember much about santi except for the fact they were a good coworker. “ yes, paper cuts. but really; what is life without some danger ? ” ella spoke matching the others chuckle. 

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a snicker escaped the rogue’s lips as her last few words rang true to him. shaking his head, he stared at her with those dark brown eyes of his, looking her over from head to toe, searching for something unknown upon her face. “ ooohhh, someone who lives dangerously, hmm? that explains the lack of folder. ” he quipped. his mind soon wandered back to the topic of santi and tea-o-logy, and though it was unbeknownst to him, his curiosity regarding the workplace and the job that entailed actually spurred the return. “ how was santi as a co-worker? you weren’t his replacement, were you? ” he continued watching her and her papers, a stray thought about her direction, her reason for them, forming in his head, though not yet taking much importance. perhaps when his curiosity gets satiated, though that might not come to pass any time soon.

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hazel eyes widen for a moment as lips part in a second of shock as they curl into a smile and she breaks out in laughter. was that a proposition? she wasn’t sure though it didn’t really matter. she was enjoying the attention he was currently giving her to try and read between the lines. “if i’m in your shower, you’re the one who’s making dinner,” she shoots back, arched brow as a devious smirk on her lips. was she now the one propositioning something? maybe, who knew? considering how never manages to think anything through, this wouldn’t be the first time she’s said something without considering what she’s actually saying. “we. you know, the whole department. c’mon, it’d be fun,” she suggests with a bright smile on her lips. “yes, of course! i promise you it’d be a lot of fun. it’s really all such an experience, you’d love it.” she chuckles lightly, amused by the banter they seemed to have sparked up. “right, i’m sure you do.” she has to give his question a quick thought, her sweet tooth always spoiling her appetite. “honestly, it depends where i’m at. my mom would always make flan de coco during the holidays which i loved but there was also this little shop in new york city that sold these mouth watering french macarons which i’d finish a box in like an hour. and here? i love milopita. what about you? what’s your poison, dessert boy?”

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without even thinking about it, about anything really, anton licks his lips. the moment is quick and discreet. at least to him it is. he cannot speak for her, however. he will never dare. “that’s fair,” a lighthearted but relatively loud chuckle booms from his heart. his shower isn’t a place people like her deserve to be, less swanky and more practical. a dinner would be the least he can make. literally. “if you say so, then i’m in. how can i say no to that?” a playful smirk streaks across his lips. anton has always been vulnerable when it comes to the charm of an attractive person, regardless of gender, even without the assistance of aphrodite’s charmspeak gift. kindness or hormones, it doesn’t matter. a smile, a bat of the eyelash, a soft touch on his shoulder, and anton would find himself bending over backwards to please them. at least, as long as they seem pleasing to him, that is. “oh, you’re a new york city girl, huh? those are some delicious choices, but i’m sorry because none of those can beat my grandma’s almond tofu.” truth be told, that recipe wasn’t even from his grandma, as the old woman would always explain. it came from someone else, an old friend she speaks highly of, a woman she can never spare in her stories. anton was oblivious to the deeper meaning in that friendship, much to his younger sister’s amusement. “you should taste my salt and honey pie. it’s amazing!” he then moves closer to her, almost whispering in her ear. “fair warning, though: you might fall in love with me.”

ᵗᵃˢᵏ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ››› character tropes.

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“I don’t own it, but I do have mind control superpowers,” she deadpanned. Her charmspeak was none of Anton’s business; he’d probably try to goad her into getting him things for free if he knew how proficient she actually was. But there was no harm in joking about it, keeping him on his toes a little, considering he was already far too comfortable. “Yes, people who willingly come to the kissing booth are weirdos, just like the people who volunteered to work it.” She hopped up onto the counter of the booth, all pretense of decorating gone. If he was going to distract her, she might as well make it a real break. “To be honest, I think this is asinine and the only reason I’m here is because I still need to pay my metaphorical dues at the Dite house. Plus, I hate leaving all the younger girls alone at something like this. Big sister instinct, I guess? I don’t know. This is my first time being an older sibling.”

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Anton squinted at Carly, warily so. Mind control superpowers? Well, that’s one way of putting it. He’s had his fair share of experiences with the Aphrodite kids’ charmspeak abilities, and even though he hasn’t actually spoken to Noor about it, he’s pretty sure she’s used it on him once or twice. It didn’t really matter to him, though, as he couldn’t complain. Their divine mother is called the goddess of love for a reason, and Anton isn’t one to say no to some good ol’ lovin’. “Mmhm...” She was right about the weirdos, though. Regardless of the phrase most if not all, these things tend to attract the weird and often unsavory folk, though to be fair, if you were given an opportunity to smooch a demigod for a couple of euros, wouldn’t you? He’d probably make a killing himself. “Ah, there it is! Well, I think that’s pretty amazing of you, wanting to protect your younger siblings.” He grinned at her, but that quickly dissipated when the thought of his own invaded his head. Bee had always been the better child of the two of them, smart and responsible, and he always felt like it was up to him to protect her, regardless of the existence of their own parents. He couldn’t relate more to Carly’s predicament. “Gods know, even if we aren’t perfect ourselves, indestructible, there’s nothing we won’t do to keep them safe.” He heaved a sigh, squinting into the horizon as a couple others came close to checking her booth out. “...nothing.”

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For a moment, they were just two brothers, putting on ridiculous voices and ordering food at a fun fair. And then, the mood shifted just slightly, barely perceptible but still a charge to the air that hadn’t been there before. “No, no, it’s true. Godly blood runs deep.” And it did. They were both their father’s sons; Rhys felt it every time he walked out of a shop and realized he’d pocketed something without even being conscious of it, every time he had to run from security trying to get back something he’d stolen. Their father was more than just the god of thieves, but sometimes that was the only thing that came easy. Anton’s face was impossible to read, but Rhys thought he picked up the meaning behind the words. He nodded, attempting to put all of the care he could muster into his expression. “We can both be better.” He cleared his throat, breaking the eye contact. “Better than funnel cake. There’s still plenty of time. The fair’s on for a few more days. It’s never too late to try something else.”

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A small smile curled on the edge of Anton’s lips. It felt wonderful, truth be told, to be encouraged by someone else, someone who knows what it was like to be the son of Hermes, someone who has experienced and survived almost the same things that he had. As a whole, he agreed full well with the notion: They can still be better, both of them, and it would never be too late to change or be better. It was even the reason why Hermes had dumped him in Eonia. Or at least that’s what his non-demigod sister, lucky her, liked to say. Playfully slapping him on the cheek, gently but more than once, Anton nodded before turning back to the beefy food guy who, thankfully, interrupted their bro moment by slamming their order on the counter. “Ah, our food! Finally! Muchos gracias, my good man!” Anton deliberately ignored the man’s scowl and proceeded to grab Rhys’ food long with his, taking his place beside his brother, waiting for him to pay while also contemplating running away just in case. For now, however, he was resolved to just standing there with a wide and awkward grin on his face, his dark brown eyes on the beefy man’s arms just in case they come swinging at him. “These look delicious.”

                 WRAPPING ANTON AROUND her finger wasn’t exactly the game plan when they first met, when they crossed paths originally, shiloh was rather put off by the son of hermes and his crazy antics. but slowly and surely, he wormed his way into her bed, and she had to say that she wasn’t let down despite her initial reservations around him. now here they were, her false annoyance with him pretty much melted away by the effects of the drug pumping through her body, his compliments making her melt into him just as her touch made him melt into her. “you’re flattering me, ant.” the blonde hummed out, fingers toying with the boy’s long strands, slipping through the spaces of her nimble fingers. the bait of a kiss was quickly taken, anton grasping at it quickly whenever he tipped her chin up and his lips met her. the mere touch alone with amplified by her state of mind, a soft sigh slipping through her nose as she kissed him back without little to no hesitation. while he might’ve been a little unstable, being wrapped up in him was intoxicating that she didn’t mind a bit of uncertainty, his question making her giggle against his mouth, “you’re ridiculous.” shiloh breathed out, a small tugging up the corner of her lips as they brushed against his, “guess you’ll just have to take that risk when it comes to me.” she teased before he moved to kiss her again, over and over, taking the air from her lungs and suffocating her in the most beautiful way. she knew that if he had it his way, they would be doing this (among other things) all night, but as the blonde pushed up against him she heard someone call out about the band. breathlessly, she pulled away, doe-like eyes gazing up at him, “i think that’s your cue?”

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                ANTON FOUND IT EASY to flatter the daughter of hypnos, mostly because he doesn’t really need to make any real effort. while others scramble for words, for actions, to show those they love what they love about them, anton knows, lives, what he loves about shiloh. just by looking at her, at her gorgeous eyes, at her breathtaking lips, at her hair, at her nose, at her chin, his mind quickly drowns in inspiration, in words and thoughts and actions, of the many truths of why he just can’t escape her pull. “you’re my earth, i’m your moon, and your love is my gravity.” he chuckled, the sheer ridiculousness of it all he’s never experienced with anyone else, no one he can think of. in a way, she was, to him, whatever she had taken, a force that exaggerates his deepest fantasies, thirsts, fulfilling him in ways she might not even know. “i’ve taken worse risks for little to no rewards. you’re not just a reward, though; you’re my endgame.” it takes him longer to realize he was being called, well, more like the band was needed on stage, his dark brown eyes stuck on her like, well, a moon spinning around her world. “oh, what?” turning around, he heaved a sigh, seeing a familiar set of eyes widen, peeking out from in front of the curtain, mouthing playful threats to get his ass up there...now. with a laugh and a shake of his head, he cups shiloh’s face, a hand softly pressed against her cheek. “you sure you’ll be all right back here? we can just run away, elope?” he teases, despite a part of him wanting that and another knowing it wouldn’t end well. not right now. not while he was still working on himself. in the end, though he waits for her response, the fact wins over his fantasy. “...i'll be quick.” he gives her another quick smooch, savoring how she feels, tastes, before joining his brothers on stage, eager to get it over with so he can get back to her, like a ring wrapped tightly around her finger.

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“You could probably use all the friends you can get. I doubt freeloading off of everyone you meet is making you anyone’s favorite person.” Now that his tab was settled and another drink made, Carly glanced down to the end of the bar, but it didn’t appear that anyone was clamoring for her attention yet. She grabbed a wine glass to polish instead, leaning back against the opposite counter. Maybe she and Anton weren’t friends, but he was a consistent presence in her life, and that counted for something at least. “There are plenty of ways you can make money, y’know. You don’t have to spend your life conning people, just because that’s what your dad does. Have you tried, I don’t know, getting a job?” she suggested, though she couldn’t possibly be the first to bring up the idea to him. “We’re always looking for new bar backs. You don’t need any skills to pick up glasses and refill the ice buckets, it’s perfect for you.”

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“You’d be surprised.” He grinned smugly, as if challenging her own perception of the world, of people, though it was actually mostly only to try and mimic that annoying kek emoji he has started using frequently as of late. Anton was charming, yes, and often times to the point of being extremely unbearable, but there was limits to that freeloading charm, which he’s experienced every now and then, survived even, though he has made little to no effort to actually learn from them. He’d rather be surprised himself. Her advice was something he didn’t expect to hear and would dare not admit he desperately needed. Anton’s funds were running low, yet again, as per usual, but the thought of a regular job? Blech. He was a rebel! An adventurer! He lived by the day, not bound to the man, whatever that meant. “A job? Psh. Thanks for the concern, Carly, but I’d rather get thrown back behind bars again than work for the man.” The words escaped his lips before he could rein them in, regret the thought behind them. Why in hell would he want to repeat that horrible part of his life? He shook his head, wincing, his mouth panicking, scrambling for a way to take them back, to change history. “I mean, I don’t think I’m made for a stable job. You said it yourself, I’ve got zero skills, and I don’t know, I don’t think anyone would want to hire me.” He laughed at that last part, but it stung him a bit, the truth to those words, hearing them from his own voice.

shiloh: i used to hate my eyes, they are so big but, there's not much i can do about it so....if you like them, then they'll do.

shiloh: ........

shiloh: i threw up, i cannot believe u said that.

anton: wdym???

anton: your eyes are so friggin gorgeous!

anton: besides, the bigger the better, amirite?

“ ah , a shower singer , ” she teases , wide grin spread on her lips as she let’s out a laugh. “you can’t really go wrong with the acoustics in the shower, that’s for sure. well, if you ever need an audience, let me know. but more importantly, if you ever decide you want to go from shower singing to the actual stage, you should really consider auditioning for one of the productions - we could always use more people.” she can’t help but stress the point, wanting to pass onto other her love for the arts. “of course! i’d be in a lot of trouble if i didn’t considering i’m a musical theatre major.” the love for the craft ran through her veins thanks to both parents and while it wasn’t one that came with it’s own doubts, she loved performing too much to let it go based off the insecurities of how talented she actually was or if dionysus was to blame for how well she did onstage. his small change in demeanor causes her brows to furrow for a moment before she breaks out into laughter. “is that so? awe, i should have kept up the ruse then.” she gives him a playful push of the shoulder, amused by his remark. “dessert?” interest piqued, a lover of all things sweet. “yeah, that sounds like a plan.” she ponders both options for a moment. “no, dessert sounds far much better.”

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his lips curl into a playful smirk as his head tilts to one side, his misunderstanding of her response almost getting him in trouble. yet again. or does it still? he spends a few seconds to think it through, to consider the quip, but anton isn’t really known for thinking things through. “oh, you want to listen to me sing in the shower? gotta buy me dinner first.” the chuckle, like the words themselves, slip through his lips without much effort. the thought, the idea, behind them nothing serious, at least not at the moment, but he doesn’t hate it. after all, what kind of happy-go-lucky dimwit would he be if he doesn’t acknowledge her attractiveness? “we, hmm?” he gives her a nod, a more contemplative look upon his face. he has never thought much of musicals, but she could definitely change his mind. “maybe i can try it out at least. i mean, it’d be nice to at least experience something new, especially with someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” another chuckle as he plays along with the push, not wanting to fight it. “please, no! i’ve got such a fragile heart for these things.” he perks up, an eyebrow raised, when she chooses her place over a restaurant. well, well, well, a woman right after his own heart...and less his almost always empty wallet. “oh, you’re a dessert girl, too, huh? what’s your favorite dessert?”

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They shuffled toward the stalls side by side, two nightmares masquerading as carefree college students, and Rhys couldn’t help but grin. Nights like these made it feel like being a demigod wasn’t so bad; like the monster attacks and cryptic prophecies were worth it to have a warm night and street food and a brother. “Ah, you’re breaking your own heart. You and I both know what a promise from one of us is worth,” he joked. It wasn’t strictly true; Anton might not be the most reliable, but he’d never let Rhys down yet. He leaned forward to address the man in the truck as well. He couldn’t manage the American Southern accent like Anton, but he laid on the Irish thicker, as obnoxious as possible. “Aye, a pint of your finest lager, lad, and a funnel cake for my brother and I. We’ve a mighty hunger, y’see.”

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The beefy food truck guy could have handled one of them, with his massive arms and deadly glare, but two was apparently one too many and he could do nothing else but roll his eyes and sigh in defeat. With a triumphant grin, Anton turned to his brother grabbed his shoulder tightly, as if a Norseman celebrating a battle won. “You and me, man, we’re two of a kind.” More like two debilitating aches to any man, or god, unfortunate enough to cross their path. The moment quickly turned sour to Anton, however, or more precisely bitter, when he realized that was truly more of an insult than a compliment. “I mean, we are who we are, unfortunate sons of that irresponsible god, but we can be better.” Memories of his time behind bars, the stinking smell of piss, and the cold hard floor that served as his bed every damn time he found himself laughing at one of the many dumb brutes in that place, made him wince. It was not a fate he’d wish on his own, not even his enemies. Okay, maybe his enemies. “You can be better, Rhys.” The words didn’t have as much bitterness in them as he thought they would. They sounded more apologetic, sad, as if they were spoken by an older, terribly experienced brother to his younger, even though they were more or less around the same age. "You can do better...than funnel cake."