[ Hot guy sits on your chest. Hot guy prods meanly at your sore ribs. Hot guy introduces himself as evil god.
Matthew, your life.
Completely unbeknownst to him is the young man's train of thought; the things he could say, but does not for one reason or another. Maybe the threat of violence being the foremost among them. The bust of Aphrodite-Venus has rolled to a stop, chipped and cracked in places where the thinner parts of her carved ears and nose had collided with the flooring below, and ultimately — she is forgotten for the moment. Instead, Set begins to lift his chin upon hearing those all-invigorating words: I know who you are, only for his breath to be driven from him at the follow-up.
They used to carve your name on love charms. ]
Wh-what?!
[ Like a particularly startled cat, his posture straightens, knees driving absently into Matt's sides as his fingers curl and eyes widen. The picture of pure shock, neither pleased nor displeased. And then the hostility rushes in to fill the void, more defensive and prickly as a means to guard the flush that spread across his cheeks at the mere IDEA that he's affiliated with love!! ]
Are you mocking me? What the hell do you mean "love charms"! That is Hathor's domain, not mine. What kind of place do you come from, where you can mix up "war" and "love"!
noogies him so hard
Matthew, your life.
Completely unbeknownst to him is the young man's train of thought; the things he could say, but does not for one reason or another. Maybe the threat of violence being the foremost among them. The bust of Aphrodite-Venus has rolled to a stop, chipped and cracked in places where the thinner parts of her carved ears and nose had collided with the flooring below, and ultimately — she is forgotten for the moment. Instead, Set begins to lift his chin upon hearing those all-invigorating words: I know who you are, only for his breath to be driven from him at the follow-up.
They used to carve your name on love charms. ]
Wh-what?!
[ Like a particularly startled cat, his posture straightens, knees driving absently into Matt's sides as his fingers curl and eyes widen. The picture of pure shock, neither pleased nor displeased. And then the hostility rushes in to fill the void, more defensive and prickly as a means to guard the flush that spread across his cheeks at the mere IDEA that he's affiliated with love!! ]
Are you mocking me? What the hell do you mean "love charms"! That is Hathor's domain, not mine. What kind of place do you come from, where you can mix up "war" and "love"!