Having finally decided on his next move, he was nothing short of infuriated when the hit failed to land, and he was instead pushed back by some borrowed demon’s ability. Rage steadily building, he’d moved to try again–but stops once he hears his father call out his name.
Ah. He was in for it, now. Having no time to process or prepare, he’s thoroughly startled when the back of his father’s hand hits his cheek, and he gives a sharp gasp before holding it and looking up in disbelief. Said disbelief is greeted with another slap–now both cheeks stung like fire..
At first, shock dominates all other emotion, and he listens in silence to what his father says. However, once he’s ordered to basically grovel in front of a mortal–one that has made himself the subject of his hatred, no less–the anger resurfaces, stronger to the point where it may erupt. Truly, he’d inherited his mother’s rage.
Still, as much as he wanted to instead push past his father and tear the mortal to pieces, the threat hanging over his head rang clearly through his rage. His father meant what he’d said, and Saol really didn’t want to be powerless.. Closing his mouth tightly before he could say anything he regretted, he took a moment to calm himself even slightly before hissing out a “Yes, Father.” and getting on his knees as he was told.
As he held the barrier up Ian felt an odd cold feeling on his right hand, the one he had used to block before. The sight wasn’t a pretty one. He bit his lower lip to muffle a scream as the pain from a clearly destroyed hand kicked in. He hadn’t had much time to dodge or even parry Saol’s hit, yet he never thought it’d be that bad. Sometimes it is easy to forget just how out of his league he is here.
He was beginning to accept his fate when suddenly the pressure in the air got heavier. The smell of salt water and the roaring of crashing waves made themselves present. A shiver runs through his spine, his whole body is paralyzed and his barrier slowly falls to pieces. Last time he felt such presence was moments before he died back in the old island.
He watches in silence as the goat god takes care of the situation, eyes widening in surprise as Saol offers him an apology. Ian shakily stands up, eyeing Kano before turning back at Saol.
“…it’s fine, I was the one that angered you beforehand. I should’ve been more careful about my actions. I understand and forgive you…”
I mean also thanks to you, the pain in my hand is able to keep the chills of my death experience in enough control for me to stand,,,
Ah, there it was, the flickering light that could give Kano as much information as possible on what Saol was feeling. Shock, sorrow... that never-ending anger that his son so easily shared with his mother. This too was a scene that felt similar in so many ways. After all, he'd been tasked as the designated 'calm Keahi down' god. ..What a pity, now having to give the same treatment to his son.
He watched like an authorative figure brooding over Saol -- not that he wasn't that anyway -- to make sure he did not escalate this any further. And, despite the little jabs Saol made under his breath Kano was surprised to see it turn out on a better note. Briefly smiling, the water goat leaned enough to rub the top of Saol's head.
"See, now was that so hard?" Adding positivity seemed as if it was what Kano was aiming. On the contrary you could hear the bitterness in his tone as he continued to discipline Saol. "You're now going to heal his wounds, as a sign of good sportsmanship." Kano's eyes flickered towards Ian, glancing at his bruised and bloody form.
"There's no need to return or accept his apology, Ian. Our aim has always been to antagonize and ruin your lives. Just, not with our own hands." Kano's tone turned rather rigid as he made this a clear reminder of their positions. The goats were high above everyone, and they did not care to be hated or disliked. (okay they did because worshippers) But, they would still act accordingly to however they felt.
