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  While the rumblings of war enticed his wife and even himself as it was his domain and purpose, he had to find some levelheadedness about the situation. It wasn’t his strong suit; he didn’t inherit his father’s coolness but everything else that made the ram who he was. Perses was his voice of reason, even Astraeus despite being polar opposites. He could see the future shining in Styx’s dark eyes; she would feed off the hate. The stronger the better. The complicated the better. 

  “Perses and Astraeus, you mean?” Pallas snapped at her, making her remember both of her brothers. Perses represented destruction: the necessary evil of it. They worked side by side at times and he would hate if his brother would turn into his enemy. Their common enemy was their father, not each other. Not when they spent years protecting them and their mother from the ram. “You’re my wife. I came to you first with this news. And soon, I will locate my brothers. And my mother.” He stated.  

  “Your father didn’t exactly help with the last coup. And I reckon that same mentality will apply to this war. Maybe he will surprise us but I’m not betting on it.” Pallas offered his wife a logical conclusion. The rest of the titans; the great pillars of the Earth, they would side with Cronus. How could they disrespect their king and brother? The one who gave them their power and influence? “But he’s your father and along with your mother, you have a better chance of getting something out of them than I do. Focus on your parents and I will focus on my mother and brothers.”

It had been what had mostly been an interesting and relatively relaxed vacation. It had been some time since Saima had properly enjoyed, sure they had been traveling. But it was one thing to travel in search of stories, it was another to just hang out at a beach for the sheer fun of it. Besides, they had to make the most of a last minute summer situation.

Which is why it was so thoroughly stressful for them to sudden hear the cries of someone it sounded like was in danger.

Maybe they could have kept it moving, maybe they could have ignored it - but it wasn’t easy for them to do such a thing. Which is why they are moving along the beach and quickly at that trying to get to the source of the sound.

"Are you coming?"

"Well, give me a sec to get my coat on and then we can go anywhere the lady wishes and get drunk out of our minds." He chuckles and shrugs into his coat as he opens the door to his apartment. Xavier waits for her to walk through before closing the door and locking it behind them "You want something within walking distance or you want something that we have to get in the van and ride for because I can go for both."

He then stops in the hallway and waits for her to make up her mind "I wanted to know because there's a great little blues bar at the corner and if we get really shitfaced we can always come back here and crash out maybe smoke a joint. I can be a gentleman when drunk you just have to catch me on the right night." Xavier laughs brightly

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend,” Geoffrey said with a laugh. He may have been an English prince but his accent was French. He was more Frenchman than English, even now he was in England on behalf of the King of France. Officially of course he was here to visit his dear baby brother, John. “And my brothers are my enemies. You have friends, my merry outlaw. Myself and the King of France are able and willing to give you any aid you need.”

SURELY.

No, Draco had not killed Dumbledore as he was so directed but he had done everything else! He had gotten the Death Eaters into Hogwarts, the other part of the task, and he had figured that out all by himself. He had mended that vanishing cabinet, all by himself. Severus had promised to talk to The Dark Lord about the status of Lucius after Draco had pleaded and pleaded.

The young Malfoy had told himself again and again to not get himself too hopeful, it would only cause a crushing blow that he may not survive but the rush of adrenaline was instinctual. He hurried as quick as he could down the grand staircase and towards the drawing room where he had heard scuffling around and voices not too long ago; For once, Draco wished they lived in a smaller house. Had it always taken him so much time to get from his bedroom to the main room below?

“Dad!”  Draco had spotted him right away. Lucius looked a little worse for wear these days, but he was still unmistakable in the eyes of his son.  “Dad! Dad!”  He called out again, skipping the last two steps with a sort of a hop and sprinting across the marbled flooring to throw his arms around his father. He nearly knocked them clear over- he should have realized Lucius would be weak after nearly a year in that hellish prison. But Draco held on, unperturbed by the stumble, tightening his hold around his father’s neck as if he might disappear if he released.

@tragillary​ asked: "What you must remember first a foremost is that no male can be trusted. Except for me, of course. Always have faith in me, my little ray of morning." (Helios to Eos).

unprompted ask | Always Accepting

Eos frowned at her brother, practically pouting, at his words. How had he found out that she had a crush? Considering her brother’s own actions and the things said of him, that didn’t seem fair at all.

“Is that why you spend lots of time with them?” She retorted, pointing out the unfairness there.

“Besides, you can’t have met every man. How do you know they all are untrustworthy? If you are an exception then there would be others.”

‘ oh ? ‘ rhode doesn’t lift her gaze from the gentle sand she walks over, searching for washed up clams and other shells she finds fascinating. understanding never found her, not like the rays of light. she reaches into the shallow water and pulls another shell up, adding it into her basket. ‘ i doubt you’ve seen much of interest. ‘