Hero of Athens

“Did I have a crush on that HEATHEN? Hahaha, of course not!”

“... we didn’t ask--”

Good gods. This situation had taken a very odd turn.

The fire in her eyes was quickly put out. The dead king would get a blank stare, as if she’d suddenly seen him spawn three heads. She was struggling to process what he’d just asked her. She’d only known him to be either battle-thirsty, grumpy or proud. Not…. well…. caring?

Hmmm. It was better than suspicion. And sure as Hades better than his grumpiness. Come to think of it, what did she want at the moment?…

With a pouty look, she turned her stare away and crossed her arms. “A gyro would be nice,” she mumbled.

It would seem they were at an impasse for a few moments, both staring at one another awkwardly, waiting as if somehow the silence would solve the issue at hand. Of course, it was she who spoke first.

Gyro. A gyro? What... well, no wait, yes food. He’d had an experience with this before, had heard that women would occasionally desire certain foods... or was that for something else? Gah! Women were so confusing during these times! Bodily instability was so concerning, one would think in death they’d be free of it.

Lavender eyes shot up at him like darts. As if this man child knew how to treat women in the first place, but she wouldn’t go there…

For a second, the thought of kicking his arse was tempting. she contemplated how much she could get away with in a fight without blowing her cover as a Discordian… She hadn’t fought in forever, but even basic things could make her a dangerous foe… She was animalistically fast, as were some nymphs. Maybe she could utilize that.

“Bold words to say to a woman on her period.”

Oh, shit… Did shades even get periods??

Brows furrow. What was going on? He felt so confused. Lips purse in thought.

P..period? Did female shades still have those? His eyes dart around for a moment. He’s never really, had to deal with such things, never had any real experience with them.  The confusion is visible on his face, the gears could be heard, turning rapidly in his mind. 

She puffed out some air and rolled her eyes. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” What was he going to do? Spear her? Talk her to death, maybe?

“Watch out for his sarcasm my king. It’s very deadly...” She, herself, isn’t being sarcastic in the slightest.

...he breasted boobily down the stairs...?

Chor scoffed. “They’re just asking tasteful questions about your relationships, not your greased-up boobs!” Sure, the questions might’ve been deemed personal for some, but they paled in comparison to the exploitations of gods and heroes by many a mortal poet looking for clout. Gods. If Theseus knew the rumors circling about him and Asterius, he would’ve lost his mind...

Theseus squints.

“Asterius, much like the rest of us, did not get to choose what he was to be. Do not accuse him of being a beast when you know nothing of him.” Perhaps it was a great irony, to hear such a thing from the man that took this ‘Beast’s life. But this was a wholehearted truth that he felt deep in his heart of hearts. Asterius did not deserve this hatred.

At one time, perhaps, Theseus had seen The Minotaur, and thought he monstrous; believed the tales he was told of a beast that knew no mercy and no feeling for another. Yet now, he holds the other close, a comrade to him. A friend. Brows furrow, and he looks upon this stranger with a mixture of anger and disappointment.