#kat:threads

Abi had called her, sounding exhausted and more than a little concerned herself. Kat had to agree with her assessment, this wasn't something for her or her younger brother to deal with and, given their history, Kat was likely the best suited for what was to come.

Quietly, she knelt before him, one hand gently lifting his chin so he would look at her before she spoke. It wasn't going to be easy, for either of them, but he deserved the chance to finally heal too.

Rumors traveled fast, even in a family as large as theirs and it didn't take long for word to reach Kat about who had turned up after so terribly long. She knew she was likely the last person he would want to see, but she had items that needed to be returned to him and it was best she do it in person instead of trying to hide from their shared past.

When the Party's Over - Billie Eilish Don't you know I'm no good for you? I've learned to lose. You can't afford to. Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding, But nothing ever stops you leaving. Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own. I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that. I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that. Don't you know too much already? I'll only hurt you if you let me. Call me friend, but keep me closer, (Call me back) And I'll call you when the party's over.

He hadn't been around family in a long time. Longer than he could really remember, if he was honest, aside from the occasional crossing of paths with a small handful of his mother's siblings from time to time over the millennia. Still, a chance encounter while he was in the Underworld had him feeling a little homesick, even if he'd never really had a concept of what a real home felt like, and he'd gotten the most recent address for one of the only people Lysander had ever felt any closeness to. The house was empty when he showed up, so he waited, his eyes lighting up when a familiar face finally came home.

"Hey there, Kitty Kat."

Of all the faces she could have seen sitting on her porch, Lysander had not been on the list. Even after Eris had come and gone again, no mention of Lys had been made and Kat had thought that he just...didn't want to be around her anymore.

Her features lit up with absolute joy, the bags she had been carrying dropping quickly to the ground as she darted up the steps to make sure he was really there.

"Lys!!! When did you get here?! How did you find me? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" she rattled off, giving him no chance to answer between questions as she touched his shoulders, his cheeks, and his hair in quick succession.

Frown lines marred the goddess’ visage as she cupped her hands around Kat’s cheeks, brushing her thumb over the delicate curve of one cheekbone.  “I do wish that I could lie to you and say that it gets easier, but it doesn’t.  Not for people like us.” Eris murmured and tiptoed enough that she could plant a gentle kiss on the young keres’ forehead.

“….Want me to terrorize them for you?”

“I think that might make things worse,” she huffed, appreciating the offer but knowing it wouldn’t make her feel better. Some of her sisters had made similar offers over the years and she had always turned them down as well.