"You should be." He said flatly, in response to her brave words. Yes, but oh he had heard it all before. People were never so much bold as they said- He was trained to be skeptical and not to trust.
But if that were the case, why would he have such a dream? Surely he wouldn't have been punished to such an extent. To be shown kindness and gentleness like this, only to have it taken away in the blink of an eye... Oh, how painful. How utterly deceiving, how devastating it would be.
He shook himself out of his reverie and raked an impatient hand through his hair. His wounds had faded, clothes free of his blood and there were no signs of his earlier fight with his father. Such was his dreamscape- He would feel no pain.
Oh, the utter joys of that. One of the few benefits of dreaming.
His dreamscape was nothing if not unpredictable, and he hadn't trusted on him being able to heal like before. It was a good thing he did, though.. It would seriously suck to die in his dream, more so by freakin' blood loss. What a pussy way to pass on.
".... One day, Princess," He stepped toward her, his eyes blazing. "One day, you will watch me while I hunt. You will see me stabbing, clawing, tearing people apart.. and only then will you realize how wrong you are now." He narrowed his eyes, though his teeth were gritted from effort to refrain from taking her hand.
'I don't even know her.'
No, he didn't.. but he could.
What could she give him?
Everything she knew. Everything he didn't have. And everything he wanted.
A chance.
Just one.
Dear God, how he yearned for it. He hated himself and everything he stood for, the side his blood had picked to fight for.
What could he offer her?
Pain and his own burdens. Danger, too much of it.
Eternal suffering...
A curse.
'Oh, HELL no.' He wouldn't do that to anyone. Not again, and least of all... an innocent like her.
He watched as she shrugged off his jacket and left it on the ground. It had been huge on her- encasing her thin and petite form like an over-sized hoodie instead of the way it fitted him snugly. He wondered how she had been able to look so good in it.
Shit, he was losing it.
He'd thought women sexy and hot and all that nonsense, Hades knew there were Hounds aplenty back in Tartarus that wanted him for his name. And hell, when Hounds were in heat, it was almost scary. His brothers had a field day, sleeping with 3 or 4 women a day, even. He refrained. He didn't like the idea of having sex just for the heck of it. It wasn't right.
If people asked him, he had rabies or parvo and they'd roll their eyes, leaving him the hell alone.
Picking up his jacket, he watched as she descended the stairs and his eyes met hers as she sent one of her feathers back to him. At the same time, he watched as a shimmer erupted from the river, and it froze over. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, and then they widened as he saw his father's self-righteous sneer and glowing red eyes.
"Surprise, son."
Densel howled with fury as his father cracked through the mirrored lake, standing up and lunging for Aurelia. He jumped down to where she was and reached for her as his father did, his eyes indignant with protectiveness. There was a matching fury in his father's eyes, and he knew that he would take her.
He would kill her.
"Damn, it's ironic that it's only now you would refer to me as your son." He growled angrily, and he turned to Aurelia as he pushed his father back. "God damn it, Siren, this isn't YOUR dream!" He chastised in fear for HER life. "You can't alter ALL dream sequences, and even if you could, the impossible ALWAYS lurks. DAMN IT!" He snarled as his father gave him a harsh left hook.
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