( cassy ) & we are NOT siblings.
the last time cassida had tried to argue with the fact that she did love silver, still and quite likely forever, arden had laughed so hard that she had nearly chocked on her ambrosia. and because the war goddess would prefer not to be a risk for the safety of her — allied gods, she had not dabbled in denial since. which did not mean that she was willing to admit out loud. she knew enough about strategy to know the value of this particular information.
so she slightly rolled her eyes before she took another bite of her meal. yes, she knew that he had always been excellent at making time for what he considered deserving of it. they were both like that, stubborn and very accustomed to doing what they wanted, what they considered to be just, even if others did not agree with that assessment. when they had been younger, she had often considered her maps more important than council meetings. something that was no longer the case now as the council was widely resting on her shoulders, but that did not mean that she had not found other outlets to do as she pleased.
her fingers — the very same fingers he had touched earlier, the contact too long to have been unintentional — were still feeling weird, as if she had touched a live wire. maybe it was because she had avoided direct contact with other gods for so long, maybe it was because she had not seen him in years. whatever it was, it did not matter, she decided as she flexed her fingers and twirled her fork between her other fingers. ❛ i do know you, yes, ❜ she said calmly as the weird feeling slowly faded from her hand. ❛ well enough, in fact, to know that you’re smarter than to take my weapons without asking me first. ❜
most of her threats were empty, these days, because keeping those promises would be more trouble than it was worth, but she would never let anyone steal from her. not just because her weapons were divine and thus not meant for mortal ( or anyone else’s ) hands. the destruction they could cause, if handled badly, was nothing she wanted on her conscience, not after all the things that had already happened and demanded their price. she had lost too much already to be able to afford more losses on top of it all, and she had always known how to protect her interests.
❛ oh, i don’t know, ❜ she said lightly as she leaned back in her chair, dark eyes gleaming at him while a slight frown ghosted over her face. ❛ maybe when you stop calling me cassy? or maybe when you actually terrify me? ❜
knowing him, the latter was more likely, she supposed. whatever gods were made of, they had been forged in similar fires, shared similar souls — and terrifying others was typically considerably easier than adjusting own behaviourisms. but she had never been afraid of him, not really. she had been afraid for him, many times, because despite all they had ever conquered over the course of their long lives, the first thing he had ever seized had been her heart. she had a ridiculously soft spot for him, the kind of soft spot most people would deem her incapable of.
she knew that the way they remembered his days as silver was different. she remembered other things than he did, probably better things, too, she supposed. but — she had always been bad at growing used to new names, especially when she had not changed hers in a very long time. and maybe that was what kept her from just agreeing to his wish —– they had always come as a matching set, and once upon a time, it had been silver and cassida, just like it had been oxys and rixa at the beginning. if he was deinos, now, she was not sure who she would have to be to continue to match … and she had never liked it when she did not know how to proceed.
❛ —how long do you plan on staying in town? ❜
and, knowing him, in her apartment. she knew him, after all, and while she was doubtful that he had come to town specifically to see her, it was unlikely that he would miss out on the opportunity to get under her skin.
SITTING UP STRAIGHT, he began actually admiring and mentally applauding himself on remembering all the weapons lazying around in her apartment. He certainly was evocatived by the ones she used on him and recalled the ones she wasn't able to use but has brought along to their battles. He noticed a few sharp things which weren't ringing any bell. Some new additions, he assumed, though, he wondered why she'd do such a thing. Probably a hobby. All he knows was that if he dared to keep every weapon he owned and added to his collection out of a drunken experience, he'd be losing his mind and would be unable to sleep in his own home. They'd trigger many buried and unwanted urges. Maybe she was just stronger than him and knew how to keep herself in check.
‘ terrify you, huh,
i’d rather charm you with my attitude instead. ‘
& make you remember my name, using different ways.
AT HIS OWN THOUGHT, he looked straight into her eyes, holding eye contact as he put on his well-known (for poor ol' Cassy) and pesky smirk, cut himself a piece of his cake and savored every bite of his chocolate cake. That's what he called charming, being plainly annoying, but in a way cute.
‘ i’m not too sure myself,
but definetily til i won’t be able to endure it here.
here are too many of us for my liking. ‘
SILVER WAS NEVER A SOMEONE who enjoyed to have much company. Attention? Sure. He was all for people admiring him and showering him with his well-deserved spotlight. But he didn't consider the prying eyes of his fellow colleagues to be approximately favorable for him (though, it was Deinos himself who oftentimes acted nosy and annoying towards them). But the war god has lately become known (at least, in recent years) for his disinterest in any war-related occurrence and has separated himself from his duty as a god. He has separated from Cassida, whom he had been together with since their birth covered in ashes. And maybe many observed his change of character as good and were curious about this sudden change and disappearance. But people often forgot for Deinos was competitive and unlike other's he had little self-control over himself sometimes. He was blood-thirsty, there was no denying in that, and seeing Cassida or even any other God brought those feelings of the desire of being a warrior back again. He didn’t know whether his other half knew about this and felt the same (he was certain she did), but for her he’d endure long enough even if that meant that he’d have to lock himself up for weeks after that.
‘ i was thinking about visiting xavia later this day,
i’d like to see her again. ‘
DEINOS WOULDN'T CONSIDER HIMSELF TO BE FATHER OF THE YEAR or century even, for all things good, he would still argue with people and call himself unqualified to be a father (as much as he wished that he had been). But in the end, he was a father and had a daughter whom he cared for a whole lot. Maybe he wasn't a great father figure and was over the top sometimes to make up for all the years he might have failed her, but he always made sure to come and visit.
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