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“ do you know where. . .is he ? ” the question asked hesitantly as she glances around.

Pothos lightly clears his throat as golden hues dust his cheekbones. “I live to stoke curiosity in others,” he teases with a sly smile. Both hands quickly go up in surrender. “I do not mean to put you at risk. Merely a joke, as the sight of you there amuses me.”

⠀ ⠀ “ uh [ .̲.̲.̲ ] nothing currently . may i ask who you are .ᐣ ” ⠀ ⠀

she has no question. he didn't finish his.

“Nay,” Pothos replies amusedly. “I merely go wherever my heart wants.” He places his hand over his chest, palm flat, with a slight bow at the waist. “Am I interrupting your secret attempt to usurp the king for the throne?”


maybe. but. . . or ? what was he trying to hint at ?

what is she doing ?


⠀ ⠀ ready . be warned ⸝ however . my presence within your home shall not be a welcome one ⸝ [ .̲.̲.̲ ] ⁿᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ᶦ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ . ” ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑦 optimistic . even so ⸝ i have no time for such pursuits ⸝ whether they require sight or not . ” ⠀ ⠀

“Extremely bold of you, son of Zeus ~”

They often do. I loathe the concept of fate.


