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Ever since Día de Muertos there had been people who did not respect la privacidad. People who wanted to know Héctor, who wanted to know Imelda and sí, even some people, who believed Ernesto had been framed. Qué gracioso. 

It was with her aim on one such an Ernesto supporter, that Imelda took off her bota and flung it with all the strength she had. The zapato flew, but the hombre ran like the cobarde he was and the bota hit--

“¡Ay, lo siento!” Imelda apologised, going over to Rhea, “I was not aiming for you, amiga, pero at that...imbécil”

    rhea has not made it five paces through the entryway before poseidon was sighing, a loud, exhausted sound that he knew rhea could hear.    subtlety had never been his forte, and on the list of things he’d planned on doing that day (making himself a blt, playing some overwatch, calling delphin to get the run down on pacific affairs), visiting with his mother had been at the very bottom of the list.   he supposed not even kings got what they wanted all of the time.

     ❛     you didn’t schedule an appointment with delphin.     ❜     poseidon pointed out, quite rudely, a bitter expression on his face.     ❛     what if you had caught me at an inopportune time, mother?   i’d hate to think you came all this way for nothing.     ❜    he rose from the couch, not bothering to give his mother a moment to speak before interjecting once more.

                                                         ❛     i’m making a BLT, you want one?     ❜

Eileithyia watched as her grandmother placed the crown that she had mad for her on her head, smiling brightly. For she always loved making things for the other gods and love spending the small amount of time she could spend with Rhea.

As a demigod, he could say he had seen his fair share of weird and strange. From satyrs to nymphs, and even a few monsters. But aside from mr. D in the camp, he had never been near anyone with that kind of aura. Was almost a bad idea to approach, could be a powerful monster in deguise after all.

While slowly wrapping his bandana around his neck (it was his lucky charm after all), the teenager approached the woman.

“Goodnight Grandma,” the little godling pulled the covers up to his chin and grinned up at the titaness. By morning, those covers would be on the floor and Apollo would have spent most of the night free of them, but he was going to make a gallant effort for Rhea to keep them on.

    ❛     mother, i...   i have something i need to tell you.   you can’t be angry with me.   please don’t be angry with me.     ❜

“What we ought to do now is decide what we are going to ask him. Ahora, I’ve several things I’d like to find out. I’ve jotted them down here in my cuaderno”