#offline action

=> With all the warnings you’ve heard about trolls and how easy it is from the to kill humans you are quite shocked to still be standing in the ballroom without a single stretch. How the hell did that happen. You have no idea how that happened. You’ll have time to be glad about it later.

You set your phone down and give a long sigh. Your fingers press to your temple and you take a moment to calm yourself. The gods have always been unreasonably brash, now was no exception. With the incident of Wesley and Hermes, you don't suppose things will be settling down anytime soon. How irksome. Your eyes close, shadows spinning and pooling around you as you stretch your consciousness past your domain. Your shadows stretch across the globe, seeping into areas of both dark and light. They swirl in patterns unseen until you find a room drenched in darkness that carries the body of Athena. Ah, there she was. You manifest yourself in the dim lighting that paints the walls of the room Athena's confined herself to. Another shadow of you appears in front of a young demon you presume to be the one Athena calls her son. Both yous eye the person in front of you. You extend your hand, giving little other warning, before you sweep the young demon and Athena away to your domains.

@succmydirkubus Hal had gotten rather comfortable on his couch where he spent most of his time. While staying with Kitten for the past few days was absolutely delightful, the park wasn't that comfortable of a place to stay. Really, it wasn't. Regardless, now he was home and Kitten was still by his side so all was well. He peered over to the incubus in question, his heart swelling with an odd type of happiness- one he hadn't felt since he Fell from heaven, which was fairly ironic enough. "Kitten, my sweet." He spoke softly, a rush of relief overtaking him as what felt like burden was taken off his chest. "I've a confession to make." If he were to look, perhaps he would've noticed the surprising lack of a particular wispy heart tattooed on his chest. But, he wasn't looking as he was busy admiring the view of the incubus instead so the disappearing mark went unnoticed.

> You don't think you've ever been this scared in your life. > Rugged up in a thick sweater and sweat pants with a quilt wrapped around your shoulders you shakily make your way to the door after hearing the familiar knocking pattern of D Strider. > He hugs you. > A tight hug is good, right? Means they've missed you. > D squeezes you tight, lifting you into his arms easily and acting as though you aren't heavy.