Unfortunate.

{❛  I’m too lazy to figure out where this came from !  }

    ╳ ☼ :: ―  Kyler’s quick to let out an oddly despaired keening noise after Pyrrha speaks. It’s a little higher pitched than he meant for it to be, but he’s starting to second guess himself and he wasn’t enjoying that feeling at all. He shakes his head before pointing at the tree again. ❝  There absolutely is an owl in that tree. Em didn’t hit me that hard yesterday, Pat even said I’m not concussed.  ❞  He didn’t know if Pyrrha was messing with him or what was going on, but he couldn’t handle it. Em’s affirmation that there wasn’t, in fact, anything in the tree a moment later was almost enough to make the son of Athena give up. 

{❛  This meme’s been lost to the void !  }  

    ╳ ♚ :: ―  He lifted his fingers gingerly to his face to pat his own cheek before nodding. ❝  Yes, I know.  ❞  Then, despite his best efforts, his lips twitched up into a grin. ❝  I can’t keep a straight face for shit, but thanks.  ❞  He’s glad Pyrrha appreciates his face. ❝  Hell. Yours is also pretty great.  ❞  He proceeds to pat her cheeks very lightly. 

[Kyr voice] I’ll fight you if you do.

[Kyr voice] …please don’t break Pat’s hand.

He does not support this anymore. He can’t hold Pat’s hand if it’s broken.

[Bris voice] It’s too late. He’s already made his mistake, Kyr. He has to pay. . . Convince me not to. 

Bris is Intense™. But Kyr doesn’t pick up on the hint.

[Kyr voice] Why do your enemies want to call me?

She definitely is. She’ll show him mercy by not breaking his other hand. 

{❛  I’m too lazy to figure out where this came from !  }  

   ╳ ☄ :: ―  Nodding in agreement, Briseis stops walking to look at the man.  ❝  I should have. I should have broken his hand. That would’ve wiped the shit-eating grin off his face.  ❞  What she hadn’t told Kyr yet is that she was talking about Patroclus and that damned cat. She’d woken up on the couch cuddled up to Catroclus this morning with Pat leaned up against the island trying and failing to hide the biggest grin with his coffee mug. As much as she liked the cat, she’d threatened Patroclus with never speaking to him or his son ever again because they hadn’t even talked about the adoption  !  And there she was. Cuddling right up to their new housemate on the couch that morning because she’d just dropped after work last night.  ❝  That’s what I’ll do. Break every finger one by one while his son watches. And then I’ll finish with his wrist. See if he messes with me again.  ❞  She hums happily and then nods before starting to walk again and motioning Kyr to follow. She threw a sideways glance at him as they took up walking side-by-side again.  ❝  And I’ll hide his phone. So he can’t call you.  ❞

「 ⊗ 」 “You should.” Sometimes Kyr wondered if Briseis opted to vent to him because she knew that he was perfectly okay with violence, whereas anyone else would have the sense to discourage her from acting on her rage-filled thoughts. It made sense to him, at least; when he was angry, he didn’t appreciate being told that he needed to calm down and that violence solved no problems. Whether she’d actually act on her threats or not, he didn’t know, and frankly, he didn’t care either: whoever pissed her off deserved a beating. Then again, it could’ve just been because he was the only person around. Still, he had suspicions. “Some idiots need to learn the hard way to shut up. Cat-calling has never been okay, and I would gladly break someone’s jaw for doing it.”

{❛  I’m too lazy to figure out where this came from !  }  

    ╳ ❀ :: ―  A small surprise, Pyrrha’s words. She’d been smiling at something Andrew had sent her a few minutes ago about why he and Paris were going to be a tad late. Warmth spread through her as she looked at the younger girl.   ❝  Thank you, Pyrrha. You’re sweet.  ❞  With the number of lives she’d lived, she had never been told that her smile looked like it could make flowers grow. That made it all the better. ❝  And you, I’d hope, are one of those flowers  ?   ❞  A roundabout way of saying that she hoped her presence was a good one for Pyrrha, she supposed. But one nonetheless. She glanced back down at her phone only to look back up at Pyrrha just as quickly. She gives a light shake of her head before speaking. ❝  Andrew says to tell you that he and our not-so-beloved verbal punching bag are on their way.  ❞

Some men just want to see the world burn...

My favourite part is the implication that while Em would kill a man for an exquisite, home-cooked meal, he'd take over a country or two for Subway.

The real question: would Rasmus actually tell Nona or does Rhys just think he will?

{❛  I’m too lazy to figure out where this came from !  }

    ╳ ➹ :: ―  Rhys jolted at Nona’s words. We know everything. The words echoed in his head a moment before Rasmus flashed through his mind and his chest constricted and launched his heart directly into his throat. Had he been standing, he’s pretty sure that his weak knees wouldn’t have supported him very well. He stared down at his lap a moment, trying desperately to gather his panicked pieces back into the confines of his carefully crafted mask of calm before Nona could notice anything amiss. But the most he thought of Rasmus and the things that he could have told Nona. The things that he would tell Nona if it meant getting to Rhys, he found it increasingly hard to breathe. Oh it had been a long time since he’d fallen apart. He couldn’t do that. It left him open, it left him blind, and damn near deaf to anything anyone tried to say. I know it. I know it. I know it. Surely she was talking about something else. She had to be. He just couldn’t push far enough back in his panic-thickened thoughts to figure out what. God, he should have been paying closer attention to what she was talking about. He’d let his attention slip for one second and now his composure was going with it. 

His hands were shaking. He knew it, he could see it. If she knew, he told himself, then she wouldn’t be so calm about it. There was no way Nona knew. She’d never forgive him if she did. Rasmus calculated too much to have told her this early in the game. He knew that. Taking a slow breath through his nose, eyes closing, he forced himself back together piece by piece. He doubted the girl hadn’t noticed. Coming up with something wouldn’t be hard though, if she asked. Opening his eyes and offering a small smile, he shook his head. ❝  Sorry, Nona. Could you go through that again from beginning to end  ?  I didn’t quite catch it.  ❞  

{❛  Some Witchy Stuff  !  }

    ╳ ⚜ :: ― A soft hum as he listened to the girl. They’d run across each other not very long ago and he’d had his guard up until he realized she was running too. He’d never actually spoken to Emilly, though he knew of her family. Salem was small. It wasn’t hard to at least know of everyone, even if you didn’t speak to them.  ❝  I would be happier if I could.  ❞  But then, she hadn’t asked his opinion now had she  ?  ❝  Don’t let them frighten you. It isn’t like they’re going to follow you all the way out here. Even if they did, there’s at least two of us to deal with right now.  ❞  If they followed her all the way out here, he’d tear them apart. He couldn’t imagine what they’d done to the poor girl already. He hadn’t ventured as far as asking.  ❝  For now, at least, you’re relatively safe.  ❞

{❛  Milk and Honey  !  }

    ╳ ☾ :: ―  The little wolf is already awash with concern over what had happened in the bookstore only a couple of hours ago and what it meant for his friend. But now here Emilly was, telling him that she burns. She wasn’t burning like one would in a flame. Though he knew she could burn him if he touched her right now  (  he’d been surprised when she’d admitted that to keep him from doing that very thing right after it had all hit the fan, so to speak  ) he also wondered if maybe she meant her burning wasn’t necessarily all on the outside.  ❝  Emi. . . maybe you should yell. Before you burn yourself out.  ❞  

{❛  I’m too lazy to figure out where this came from !  }  

     ╳ ♚ :: ―  ❝  Oh, shit.  ❞  A quick glance in Pyrrha’s direction and a grin thrown her way too. Hopping up from his spot on the couch, he points. ❝  I’ll get the keys, come on.  ❞  And after shoving his feet into his sneakers, he does just that. Pyrrha’s spoken his love language. He’d have killed a man for her before, but now he’s willing to take over an entire country or two if she asked him. ❝  And dessert after. I got fuckin’ paid today.   ❞  A night on the town indeed. 

     ╳ ♞ :: ―  Andrew lets out a soft  ‘  oof  ’  at the feeling of a very tiny force slamming into his back. He’s even less prepared for the little arms that wrap around him and promptly shift up in what he can only assume is a very serious attempt at lifting him. What on earth  ?  Turning his head a bit, he lets out a long-suffering, albeit fond, sigh before curling his fingers around Pyrrha’s arms and pulling them off. Letting her arms go, he turns around fully to smile down at her.  ❝  Nice try, Little Miss, but you’ve got a ways to go before you can flip me over. Keep trying, though and I’m sure you’ll get there.  ❞  Then he leans forward and whispers a little more conspiratorially.  ❝  Maybe it’ll work on Paris  ?  ❞  It definitely wouldn’t, but he wanted to see Paris’ face when she tried it.