4/29/2025, 5:50 PM
The girl - that sun-gold, white-hot flame of a half-sister - spat out the magic words.
No wonder She left you,
Sverke took a step forward, then lunged, uncaring of the movement that brought a blue blur into his vision. All he could see was his quarry - gilded as that fucking chariot. He didn't make it to Astrid, of course - he slammed into the side of Cupid, paws scrabbling for purchase against a wall of silky-soft pastel. For all Cupid acted like a demure wisp of a man, he wasn't particularly small nor half as weak as he enjoyed pretending. He grunted beneath the upset boy's force and weight, before shoving back to keep Sverke safely corralled away from his sister. It might've said something about Sverke, that he mostly allowed the once-Courtesan to play bodyguard instead of turning his fangs on the nearest thing worth sinking them into.
I don't need anyone's help to teach you your place, bastard,The Prince hissed, two-toned eyes burning with wrath and locked onto the girl before him for a second longer before Lilja broke in and managed to pull his attention away.
He took a step back, allowing Lilja to take up more space between himself and the others. His hackles remained bristling along his spine, but he was already disengaging - both mentally and physically. He was hurt and angry, but not stupid - he was outnumbered, and picking a real fight was going to be trouble brought down on his head he didn't truly want.
He glared and wrinkled his muzzle, but managed to remain standing still throughout Lilja's lecture, even if he acted like it was filtering in one ear and out the other.
I am-He spat, defensively, as Lilja mentioned what Tyr would expect him to do while he was gone. And Sverke...was trying, in a way, to do what he thought was the right thing, although he mostly just wanted his dad back.
Whatever.He levelled a foul, rather betrayed glower at the star-studded half-sibling who'd shown up. He'd thought there was some rapport there, but of course she thought so little of him, like he hadn't handled her fit and her secret both with a remarkable amount of grace, in his own opinion.
He whirled, landing on a random direction away from the mess now at his heels, and made to stalk off in a storm of juvenile rage.
