#helstron

@dirtylimerick Hels lifted his head from the quiet, peaceful chore of his yardwork as a now familiar scent wafted towards him on the wind.           “Sean,” the voices in his ears whispered and hissed. “Sean, Sean, Sean-”           “I can smell,” he growled in response, rising like a grim specter to his feet.           Approaching the secluded house where he had hidden Bezi away, he kept to the thick underbrush with his eyes and ears alert for that stubborn, nosy, Irish man. In coming here, the boy had thrown away his last chance. Hels had offered him the option of returning to his life, what was left of it now, but to invade his home yet again... It seemed he would need more hands-on lessons.            “The south side of the house,” the voices offered helpfully, goals for once in line with Hels’ own.

@dirtylimerick Leaning back in his chair, Helstron waited calmly as he listened to the intruder pick his way through the house. He was unconcerned; the knew what the man had come for, and knew that he wasn’t going to find it.            Sure enough, the steps moved quickly from one room to the next, until finally stopping in front of the room he waited in.           Helstron’s lips twitched but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He only lifted his chin as the Irish immigrant entered the room, satisfaction light on his shoulders.            “Sean,” he said warmly, as though the man were a long absent friend, rather than a petty thief trying to thwart him. “How nice of you to drop by. I’m afraid Bezi isn’t around to greet you, but I can be just as hospitable...”           His fingers twitched and the door shut behind Sean, closed by some monster not unlike a wolverine. 

ricordarelamortalita After getting out of the infirmary after his run in with the voices, Hels heads silently back to the Hades cabin, dragging his blanket and mattress off his bed and into a corner. There he makes a bit of a fortress for himself out of the bedding, though he's probably not going to sleep.

batteredmettle Hels slipped silently into the house, much as he'd taken to doing lately. He didn't realize it, but he'd come to... nearly crave Adrian's company; it was so different from anything he'd experienced in the last 300 years.      But Adrian wasn't here. By the smell of it, only Jon was. And... a baby?      The shifter hesitated--he usually tried to avoid Jon, but something felt off.      "... Jon?"

batteredmettle Seeing Adrian asleep when he finally climbed out of the shower--some forty five minutes after he first stepped into it--Helstron left him to sleep there and went to the kitchen.      He pulled out a pan, a bowl to mix materials in, a bag of fine sugar, syrup, bread, eggs, milk, butter, cinnamon and... a bottle of rum.      Quickly setting to work, he mixed the eggs and milk and a couple splashes of rum in the bowl, then he set out plates and utensils. Dipping the bread liberally in the mix, he dusted it with cinnamon as it cooked.      Predictably, Therogulus trotted in before too long to observe, although at least he helped by grabbing what Helstron needed for the sausages.

batteredmettle Hels hadn't realized he had fallen asleep, but judging by how his face and body felt... He'd fallen asleep crying.      He groaned, wiping his eyes and shifting, only to make a noise as he realized he wasn't alone in the bed. Oh, right- Adrian. But more than that... Silence. The voices hadn't returned to him yet, and he wanted to cry with relief. Thank the gods.      "Adrian." His voice was gentle as he carefully put a hand on the male's shoulder, unsure if he was asleep thanks to the voices. Hels knew how hard they made it to sleep.