❛ & do you know the saying ?
adversus solem ne loquitor. ❜
` DON’T SPEAK AGAINST THE SUN. a quiet huff lounges past his lips, haughty but reserved to his own thinking while the sun attempts, for it’s second time, to heal the bloody wound that drips and scorches the earth below. it took the light to placate his anger, otherwise even the parcae would fear the outcome. but he irons his restlessness, ( heed your own wrath ! ) icing the marks of irritation that rattle him at her word. a pivot of his foot, and he faces her without reluctance ——— I’M NOT A HERO.
❛ quest . or rather, a personal endeavor to find something i believe will do me solid. ah ——– eurytus’ bow. ❜
❝ HMPF. ❞ a sound of her own to accompany expression carved of cold stone. expression quickly tiring of holding the mask of a dangerous girl with the cracks of hurt indifference, the dangerous part slips. she’ll be sure to add him on her revenge list later. ❝ quest, ❞ a snort, ❝ how typical. ❞
there is an attempt to hide the interest in such an item, however and even medusa curls her hands near heart, hushing the curiosity and failing at the task. ❝ what for? ❞ curls of dark hair move with the suspicious incline of head, as if someone breathed life into them.